Evelyn's POV

I didn't expect to miss someone this much. Especially not someone I barely knew.

But every morning, Bryson's absence hit me like a punch to the chest.

I'd wake up hoping to see his golden eyes staring at me from across the street, or maybe hear his voice in a crowd-deep, velvet-smooth, carrying that strange weight it always did. But each day passed, and there was nothing.

So why did it feel like part of me was missing?

Axel had made the waiting ...