Evelyn staggered back. She couldn't respond to Brandon anymore and the man was worried for her.
"Evelyn. Are you… okay?" he asked.
She shook her head at him. "I want to be alone."
"Evelyn–"
"Brandon, leave! I want to be alone."
He hesitated, but he listened, leaving. It couldn't be helped. There was nothing he could do except leave.
The door was slammed shut.
Evelyn walked over and dropped into her chair. She lowered her head, stared at her palms, before she burrowed her face in them, beginning to sob.
She had sometimes wondered why Lincoln would often do things out of the blue for her—things that didn't match his personality.
Though they couldn't match up to things Sage had done for her, it was very noticeable because Lincoln had never been nice to her. He was cold to her and would barely even give her face, especially when she was young.
Was all that acting too?
But whether it was or not, that didn't mean he meant anything to her.
