Evelyn
“I want to talk about something embarrassing and traumatic,” I say when I find David in the archives.
He doesn’t look up from his book. “Your sense of humor?” he teases.
His joke does its job, and I smile. He looks up then, making sure his words had their intended effect. Our gazes meet, and both our smiles grow.
I cross the room as he marks his page with a loose bit of paper.
“Too busy to come visit me in the hospital?” I rib him. Though I was a little disappointed he didn’t come visit. Both Emma and my mom did.
“I didn’t want to overwhelm you,” he says, standing to hug me. “Besides, I heard through the grapevine how injured you were, and I figured I’d have plenty of time to come see you after the first wave of visitors. Never occurred to me that the king would use his influe
