Chapter 22-Evelyn
The house was dark when I stepped inside. Too dark.
Paul never left the lights off.
For a second, I thought maybe he’d gone to bed early. But when I reached for the switch, the soft click of light revealed him—sitting on the couch, sleeves rolled up, tie loose, a half-empty bottle of whiskey in front of him. His eyes were fixed on me.
“Paul,” I said, startled, pressing a hand to my chest. “You scared me.”
His gaze slid to me — slow, sharp, unreadable. “Did I? Or are you scared of something else?”
I blinked. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
He tilted his head slightly, eyes narrowing. “You tell me.”
I shut the door behind me carefully. “You could’ve turned the lights on at least. What are you doing sitting here in the dark?”
He leaned back slightly. “Waiting.”
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