Emberly
“Are you leaving?” I asked, even though the answer was already written all over him.
Evan stood by his bike, helmet tucked under his arm, shoulders tense like he’d been carrying the night on his back. He didn’t look at me at first. Just nodded once.
“It’s no fun,” he said.
The words felt heavier than they should have. He used to love this place, the noise, the chaos, the way the night swallowed him whole when he was with his boys. Now he looked like he couldn’t wait to escape it.
“Oh,” I murmured.
I hesitated, then asked the question that had been sitting on my tongue earlier.
“How about Lydia?” I asked again, I saw them together so I felt he might be taking her home.
He doesn’t reply which makes me feel awkward standing there, it was getting close to my curfew hours and
