Chapter 5: Old Wounds, New Words
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Evelyn's POV
The cabin felt too quiet after Lily went down for her nap. I sat at the kitchen table, staring at the clock and waiting for the inevitable knock at the door.
When it finally came, I startled, my nerves already frayed. Taking a deep breath, I walked to the door and opened it.
Ethan stood there, hands shoved in his coat pockets, his face set with an expression I couldn’t quite read.
“Come in,” I said reluctantly, stepping aside.
He entered, his presence filling the small space. For a moment, neither of us spoke, the silence thick with unspoken words.
“Would you like something to drink?” I asked, more out of habit than genuine hospitality.
“No, thank you,” he replied, his voice soft.
I sat down at the table, gesturing for him to do the same. He hesitated before sitting across from me, his posture stiff.
“So,” I began, folding my hands on the table. “What is it you wanted to talk about?”
He looked down at his hands, as if gathering his thoughts. When he finally spoke, his voice was low but steady.
“I know I don’t deserve your time, Evelyn. Not after everything. But I couldn’t leave without trying to explain.”
I raised an eyebrow. “Explain what, Ethan? Why you walked away? Why you never called? Or why you suddenly think it’s okay to show up now?”
He flinched at my words, but I didn’t hold back. Years of pent-up hurt and anger bubbled to the surface, demanding release.
“I made a mistake,” he said quietly, his eyes meeting mine. “I thought I was doing the right thing by leaving. I thought... I thought you’d be better off without me.”
I let out a bitter laugh. “Better off? You didn’t even give me a choice, Ethan. You just decided for both of us.”
“I was scared,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. “Scared that I wasn’t enough for you. That I’d ruin everything.”
His confession caught me off guard, but I quickly pushed the sympathy aside. “So you ran,” I said flatly. “And now what? You think you can just waltz back into my life and make it all better?”
“No,” he said firmly, leaning forward. “I don’t expect forgiveness, Evelyn. I don’t expect anything. But I needed you to know that I never stopped caring. Not for a single second.”
His words hung in the air, heavy and raw. I looked away, unable to hold his gaze any longer.
“This isn’t just about me anymore,” I said quietly. “I have a daughter now. Lily is my priority. I can’t afford to let anyone into her life who might hurt her.”
“I understand,” he said, his voice steady. “And I don’t want to disrupt your life or hers. But if there’s even the smallest chance that I can be part of your life again... I’ll take it.”
I shook my head, my emotions a tangled mess. “It’s not that simple, Ethan.”
“I know,” he said, standing up. “I’m not asking for a decision now. I just needed you to know how I feel. The rest is up to you.”
He walked to the door, pausing with his hand on the handle. “For what it’s worth, Evelyn... I’m sorry. For everything.”
And then he was gone, leaving me alone with the storm of emotions he’d stirred up.
As I sat there in the quiet cabin, one thought echoed in my mind: Was I ready to let Ethan back into my life? Or was it too late for second chances?
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