Chapter forty two.
Alex's POV.
I tried to pull my hand away as she slept, but she gripped it tightly and whispered, "Don't go."
A smile spread across my face.
"I'm not going anywhere," I said, gently kissing her hand.
The gesture brought back memories. I recalled how Evelyn would always ask me to stay by her side when she was scared.
I wondered how she could forget about our close bond so easily. We had been childhood friends from around six to eight years old, but then we moved away from the city.
When we returned, she didn't remember me, but I recalled every detail about her – her smile, her laughter, and her fears.
My eyes drifted to her, and I whispered, "Why does Jake have to be your father? We could've been happy by now, just you and me."
I kissed her hand again, feeling a
