Evelin Brown
There he is.
Leaning against the bar counter.
A glass in his hand.
William.
The air turns dense and suffocating.
For a moment, my lungs forget how to breathe.
I just stare at him, that ghost from my past, who watches me with pure boredom, as if I were nothing.
His cold blue eyes sweep over me slowly, evaluating, measuring, weighing my insignificance.
On his lips is the same smug half-smile that once disarmed me, but today it only disgusts me.
"Evelin..." he draws out my name, savoring the moment. "Surprised to see me here?"
His voice slices through the air like a sharp blade, cutting everything in its path.
Every muscle in my body tenses.
My heart doesn't beat with longing... it throbs with hatred.
The last time I saw this man, he left me alone.
Pregnant.
Witho
