Nolan sat staring into space, a deep frown etched across his face as he took a slow sip of the amber liquid in his glass.
Evie sat across from him, an angry look on her face, watching every move he took like she was in a silent draw with him.
“I'm not going back and that's final." Nolan said.
Evie turned sharply to his aunt, who sat adjacent to him. "See, he's said again, aunt Maggie.” She whined.
Aunt Maggie stayed calm. She leaned forward, staring at her nephew—the little boy she had raised since he was five, after a car bombing took his parents.
“Nolan, why do you want to use your stubbornness to destroy everything you've built?"
Nolan didn't reply. There was nothing any of them could say to him.
‘How dare she get married to another man?’ he thought. ‘The bastard must have some
