Amy
A few days later
Amy sat on the edge of the rose garden fountain, her hands gripping the cold stone, trying to steady her racing heart. Evan had followed her after the confrontation with Kael, his expression unreadable, almost sorrowful, as if he were carrying the weight of her emotions for her.
“You don’t believe me?” he asked softly, sitting on the bench beside her. His voice was calm, smooth, and unnervingly persuasive. “I wouldn’t say anything if it wasn’t true. But… I saw it, Amy. Kael and Clara… it wasn’t what you think, but—”
Amy’s chest tightened. Her mind rebelled at the words, at the thought of Kael—the man she loved, the father of her child—being involved with someone else. “That’s impossible,” she whispered, shaking her head. “Kael would never… he loves me.”
Evan leane
