EVANS
The day began with an unusual sense of restlessness. As I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, the weight of everything we’d done to Valerie bore down on me. It wasn’t just about what had happened at the ball—it was everything. The way we’d treated her from the very moment she entered our lives.
I pushed myself out of bed, determined to fix things. I really hoped that she liked the garden when she saw it. I headed straight to Chris’s room, knocking twice before letting myself in.
Chris was already awake, scribbling in one of his notebooks and he barely looked up as I stepped inside.
“Morning,” he muttered, his pen still moving across the page.
“What are you doing?” I asked, leaning against the doorframe.
He finally glanced up, a grin tugging at the corners of his mouth.
“Comin
