Evelyn’s beautiful eyes stared at me. Wide-eyed and almost innocent. Naïve. Tears began to fill them, as her gaze fell to the floor, and color tinted her cheeks. I had spoken bluntly, that much was true. But I was not about to be placed in the same category as a man such as him.
Evelyn’s hands shook, as her gaze remained upon the floor, suddenly seeming to lose confidence. “You know?” She whispered.
“The type of man your father is?” I demanded. “Or the things he did to your mother?”
Evelyn’s eyes lifted momentarily. “What things?”
The desperation in her voice was clear. But, sadly, I could not provide her with the confirmation that she wished for. The confirmation that she had come to me to help her gather. I did not know anything about whether her father was involved in her mother
