I find myself staring, glaring at Noah more often than not, trying to figure him out.
Who just up and leaves their lives and comes to work for their aunt’s bookstore because she tells him to? What’s the tragic backstory there?
Does it even matter, Evie? When he’s going to take everything from you?
What’s even worse is that Noah is just so amenable to everything. He does what I tell him, which is a nice change of pace, and doesn’t stare at me or try to cajole me to do a certain task myself. When I told him to dust the shelves, he grabbed the little puff we use and went to town.
It’s nice that he listens and doesn’t give me grief, and I can cross it off my checklist and be done with the task even though I’m not the one doing it.
And nowhere on that to-do list does it have me staring off
