Chapter 39
Evan had always thought his apartment was two small for more than one person. Living room with barely enough space for a sofa and two chairs. Kitchen straining to hold the basics for feeding himself and a glorified TV tray that passed as a table. Bedroom that held his bed and stereotypically dull bachelor clothing storage, and the sad attempt at a second bedroom that had forced him to buy a new desk that could be assembled inside.
Michelle had made the place more homey and welcoming somehow, but only increased his sense of not having enough room to breathe. Anne was the only person who’d ever walked in and made Evan feel like his lungs, his heart, his mind, every part of him fit better because she was there.
He was terrified Anne would never set foot inside any room with him
