It fucking killed him to walk out of that restaurant and leave the one thing he wanted with every fibre of his being.

　　Especially knowing that she still believed every word that she had said on their last weekend together. He could tell. She'd walked around the restaurant like a jumpy, terrified little rabbit the whole time he'd been there that he was starting to doubt that he could pull this off.

　　Evelyn didn't want to be in the same room as him, she wouldn't ...