Evan's pov
I didn’t sleep a wink that night. I just tossed and turned, worry gnawing at me like a hungry animal. Lila's face kept flashing in my mind—her angry tears, the way she walked away like I’d ripped her heart out. Did she really leave me for good?
I needed to see her, to know if she was okay. Before I knew it, I was in her room, surrounded by all the things that made her who she was. Her sketches covered the walls, bright and full of life. I picked up a photo album from her desk, my fingers trembling. I opened it, the scent of her—vanilla and something flowery—filling my nostrils.
There were baby pictures of Lila, chubby cheeks and messy hair. She looked so innocent, so full of joy. I smiled, remembering her laughter, the way her eyes sparkled when she gave funny sarcastic reto
