A Path Forward
Adella "Of course she did." Evander deflated with a sigh. He slumped a little and leaned his forehead against the glass. His fingers massaging his temples. This shift in him was alarming to me. For anyone more open, more expressive it would have been a normal reaction to the situation. But seeing those mannerisms on Evander, it was a cry for help. I found myself on my feet before I could consider whether it was a good idea. Without hesitation, I put a hand on his shoulder hoping the gesture was enough to give him some reassurance. "Evander, are you alright?" I softly called to him. He stood a little straighter but still rested his forehead against the cool glass of the window. I went to pull my hand back but he stopped me and covered mine with his own, holding it in place. Small fla
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