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“Evie, please…I know you can hear me.” I raised my voice so she could hear.
“Please, I messed up, and I want to make things right…”
I yearned desperately for her… her voice, but nothing came.
“Please, I— need you. Sophie needs you…”
No answer. My breath became hot in my lungs, spilling with each shaky breath.
“I'm sorry, Evie. But please don't let it end this way. I don't want it to end this way.”
Emma folded her arms in her chest before tugging her lips into a frown.
“You had your chance. It's too late.”
forty-two
Evie
I opened my eyes to the sound of birds chirping.
How I missed this— the sound of serenity. The comfort of the peeling walls of our apartment. Minnesota.
A small smile tilted my lips when I heard the sound of Dad’s voice. How I missed his singing.
“Good morning,” he chirped, rearing his head through my slightly ajar door.
“Good morning, Dad,” I smiled.
He smiled back. “How are you, darling?”
“I'm fine, Dad.”
“I see,” he grinned.
“I'm making breakfast. See you outside in a few minutes.”
“Okay, Dad.”
He shut the door gently and my smile dropped. This was how it usually was. It wasn't like I was faking the smile, I loved Dad, and the bond— the one we had before all this— was still there.
But every single time the door closed, and I was left to my thoughts, my smile dropped.
The few seconds after I woke up was the only time I had to be grateful. Other seconds that came after reminded me of the gaping hole in my chest.
Hell, everything reminded me of the pain in my chest.
The birds reminded me of Sophie, and his words…. my belly, reminded me of him.
It had been a week since I returned to Dad. After staying in Emma’s place for two weeks— with Ethan’s relentless pursuit, I decided to leave.
His words were a lot for me… they were too much for my heart to handle.
He never missed a day. Even when Emma failed to open the door, he stayed, pleading from the other side. And I listened from behind the door. I listened to each of his words— the emotion it carried, the hurt. But I never opened… I never saw him.
I didn't want to. It wasn’t just the text, it was more than that. It was everything.
I fought the tears as I brought my hand to my belly. Perhaps it was one of the reasons, that despite the renewed bond between Dad and I, I still felt sad.
