Charlie
What have I done to myself?
The taillights of the limousine disappeared around the corner and I was still standing there on the pavement like a man who had just watched something irreplaceable drive away for the second time.
"Was that really Evey," I muttered under my breath, turning away from the empty road, "was that actually her, because that woman in there, that was not the Evelyn I knew, that could not have been her."
But it was. I knew it the moment she opened her mouth, the moment she looked at me like I was a stranger whose name she could not be bothered to learn, and somehow that look, that particular brand of nothing she had aimed at me, had rattled something loose inside my chest that I had no business feeling.
I grabbed my keys from the valet without a word and dro
