The notifications flooded in immediately. More messages from Marcus. From Charlotte. From friends who'd suddenly remembered she existed.
But one message stood out, sent just this morning.
Jamie (Brother):
Evie, I heard about Marcus from Sarah. I know we haven't talked in ages, but I'm worried. Are you okay? Where are you? Please call me.
Her brother. They'd been close once, before life and distance and her relationship with Marcus had driven a wedge between them.
She'd pushed Jamie away because Marcus had made it clear he didn't like her family, thought they were beneath her new London social circle.
Another thing Marcus had stolen from her.
Evie's fingers moved before she could overthink it.
I'm okay. Long story. Can we meet? I'm coming back to London today.
The response was imm
