The moment we stepped into Alex Kaine’s place, I stopped in my tracks.
The room was very simple.
It has just a single couch, a coffee table with a few scattered books, and a kitchen that looked barely used. The bed in the corner was neatly made and looked untouched.
I didn’t need to ask.
This wasn’t a home for two people.
This was the kind of place a single person lived in.
I turned to Evelyn, frowning. “Are you sure you’ll be okay staying here alone?”
She didn’t even hesitate.
“I’ll be fine,” she said and walked past me and stretching her arms. “I live alone most of the time anyway. Alex is always at the tattoo shop.” She said.
I watched as she moved toward the kitchen, probably to grab a drink.
“He rarely comes home,” she continued as she opened the fridge. “And even when he do
