Evie’s POV

I pulled his pillow closer to my face, breathing in the scent of his cologne mixed with his hairspray, something that was just him. The apartment felt too quiet without him here, too big. I'd never noticed how the city lights cast long shadows across his walls before.

I sighed wistfully, closing my eyes slightly.

I love you, Evie.

His words kept playing in my head like a song I couldn't turn off. The way he'd said it with such…desperation, like the words had been clawing ...