Evelyn’s POV

Sunday morning came with the kind of softness that made it easy to believe the world is kind.

I woke with a smile still lingering on my lips from last night’s phone call. Bryson had managed to call me—on his own. It was simple, short, but it meant everything to me. He was trying for me and for us.

I got ready quickly, throwing on a cozy cream sweater and jeans, brushing my hair into a lazy braid then grabbed my small bag and headed out. I couldn’t wait ...