“Gwen, what are you talking about?” Evan asked, standing in front of her and looking at her in the eyes. He knew she was under a lot of stress, going through a heart-wrenching divorce, and now facing the weight of being responsible for other people’s livelihoods. He knew it all could take its toll on any human being. He stood there full of concern, waiting for her to answer. He didn’t want to assume anything; he waited to hear what she had to say.
She walked past him while rubbing her fingers delicately along the comforter of the bed, and her eyes fell in sadness before she said anything.
“I guess it just happens in that run-down hundred-year-old monstrosity I live in.”
Evan chuckles, letting out a sigh of relief. “Probably so. Old houses can be peculiar in that way, but they have stron
