Evangeline

Moving in with Alexander isn’t as discomforting as I’d imagined it’d be. Maybe I was just overthinking it—moving into the same house with a man that hates me for ruining his life.

The car glides across the concrete path, coming to a slow in front of the main resident. The last time I was here was to tell Alexander about my pregnancy—and I left with tears in my eyes after he rained insults on me.

I can’t believe I’m back here. Just like that. I didn’t even put up ...