While on her way home, Winona’s phone rang. She took her hand off her temple, reached into her bag, and pulled it out. When she saw Evan’s name flashing on the screen, she quickly answered. “Winona? I saw you on the news. I heard what happened to Ares. Are you alright? Is Jackson doing fine?” Evan’s questions came one after another, his concern clear in his tone. “Is there anything I could do for you?”

“Evan…” she murmured, her voice trembling like a quiet confession. ...