Evelyn's POV
The alarm rang at exactly six-thirty in the morning.
I opened my eyes almost immediately.
Sleep had come eventually, though it felt more like exhaustion dragging me unconscious than actual rest. My body felt heavy, and there was a dull ache behind my eyes that reminded me how many times I had woken up during the night.
For several seconds, I simply stared at the ceiling.
The events of yesterday returned far too quickly.
The coffee shop.
Adrian.
The way his hand had wrapped around my wrist just as I was preparing to leave.
The words he had spoken afterward.
Miranda and I were getting married soon.
A strange bitterness settled quietly inside my chest again.
I closed my eyes.
Then I slowly exhaled.
Life had always been unfair.
That wasn't exactly new.
The difference was that I thought I had finally reached a point where his decisions no longer had the power to affect me.
Apparently, I had overestimated myself.
A knock sounded on my door.
"Evelyn?"
