Chapter Twenty-Two
Evie
Several more days passed uneventfully. Now that I was actively avoiding Dawson as much as he appeared to be avoiding me, I hardly saw him, and that was a relief. When I did see him, even from a distance, there was a sharp sting on my heart. It felt as if the c***k just couldn’t heal; as if my skin had cracked deeply, and I kept tearing it open, again and again. It hurt like hell.
In my efforts to avoid the pain, I filled my time with work. When I had an open morning, I called my mother and asked her to meet me at Wake & Bake Café. I tried to get together with my parents every few weeks. I was nursing an Americano with an extra shot—the bitterness suited to my mood—when my mother came through the door into the café. She hurried over, pulling me into a quick hug. “
