“I don’t need charity.”
“You start tapping your fingers, like you’re counting who trusts me and who would be disappointed.”
I forced a laugh. “That’s a lot to get from a cup of tea.”
She touched the sleeve of my new coat. “You look ashamed when I notice what you need.”
“I’m not ashamed.”
“Damon.”
I hated when she said my name like that. Soft, but firm enough to stop me.
“I’m fine.”
I looked away first.
“I’m not ashamed.”
Evie never chased a confession. She just left the door open and waited to see if I had the courage to walk through.
I never did.
One night, I found her sitting on the bottom stair with one hand pressed against the wall.
“Evie?”
She looked up, annoyed that I had caught her. “I’m fine.”
“You’re sitting in the dark.”
