Brandon blinked his eyes. He felt awkward. "I…I see."
Evelyn on the other hand lowered her gaze to the floor. Her heart dropped to her stomach and she found it hard to swallow the lump that had built up in her throat.
If not even the brother had any clue, was there even a possibility that Zayne was alright?
She had almost come to accept that Zayne was not okay. But there was just that little hope gnawing at her. The one pulling at her chest, whispering to her that he was okay. That he was going to come back to her.
But it was nothing but her merely hoping.
Her lips quivered and following Brandon who'd said his goodbye, they began towards the door to leave.
Her hands clenched and unclenched, eyes blurring from the tears that had broken, dripping to the floor. She sniffled, swallowing down her pain.
