Evangeline

The restaurant is humming with loud noises.

That’s all I have to say.

Or at least, that’s what I tell myself. But maybe it’s just my mind buzzing so loud that I’m tricked into thinking it’s the clink of cutlery, the chatter of strangers, and the clatter from the kitchen.

I am not okay.

I’m seated directly opposite my family. My father. My mother. My brother. The Rousseaus.

Alexander doesn’t know they’re my parents. He doesn’t know anything about the table ...