How did she even begin?
"Do you remember after Marcus, when I told you I didn't know if I could trust my judgment anymore?"
"I remember." Jamie's voice gentled.
"You said you'd been so wrong about him that you didn't trust yourself to choose anyone again."
"Exactly." Evie twisted the phone cord around her finger. "What if... what if there was someone new? Someone who seems perfect. Who treats me better than Marcus ever did. Who's patient and kind and says all the right things."
"But?"
"But what if I'm wrong again?" The words tumbled out in a rush.
"What if I'm seeing what I want to see instead of what's really there? What if six months from now I wake up and realize I've made another catastrophic mistake?"
Jamie was quiet for a moment. She could almost picture him, probably at his
