Evelyn’s POV
I tried to ignore the shattered feeling in my chest as I made my way toward the front entrance. I passed Henri without so much as a word.
“Evelyn? Wait, hold on. Where are you going?” he asked. His voice was laced with panic. “What about Kane—”
“Kane has made it abundantly clear that I’m not wanted here,” I stated firmly. “And I’m not going to stay somewhere where I’m clearly not wanted.”
“But, Evelyn, you know that he’s not well,” he countered.
“Yes, Henri. I am well aware of Kane’s poor physical state at the moment. But he doesn’t want me here. So, it’s not as though I’m going to be of much help.”
My heart continued to twist painfully in my chest. I don’t think that I would ever be able to get that awful look he’d given me out of my mind.
That kind of anger had only
