Julian
I knocked on her door at exactly seven.
When Evelyn opened it, I forgot how to breathe for a second. She stood there in a simple black dress, hair soft around her shoulders, a light touch of makeup that made her eyes stand out. She looked beautiful in a way that felt effortless and completely hers.
I couldn’t stop looking at her.
“You look gorgeous,” I said, the words coming out quieter than I intended.
A small smile curved her lips. She stepped closer and lightly fixed my collar. “You’re not so bad yourself.”
I laughed under my breath and offered my arm. “Ready?”
She locked the door of her new apartment behind her — a bright little place she had moved into after the divorce. Mark was gone from the old house too. That part of her life was finally over.
I walked her to the ca
