Chapter 17-Evelyn
Tuesday morning came too fast.
I woke up to silence—the heavy, uncomfortable kind that pressed down on my chest. The kind that made the penthouse feel colder than it actually was. My leg still stung from the glass that broke yesterday, but even that pain didn’t compare to the way Paul had been acting.
We didn't even ‘talk’ like he said we would yesterday. He panicked when I winced in pain, and quickly got a first aid box. Though it was a small cut, he treated it like it was a really big deal.
He was already in front of the mirror, buttoning his shirt. His expression was blank. No “good morning.” No kiss. Not even a glance.
“Morning.” I tried. A beat of silence.
“Mm.” That was his response. A sound. Not even a word.
I frowned. “Paul… are you okay?”
“I’m fine.” Sti
