I told her that if she wanted me gone, she should say it herself—not let him speak for her.
She looked at me, impatient, and said if I truly loved her, I would give her what she asked for and leave quietly.
Something inside me shifted.
I walked out without slamming the door, without crying, without begging. For the first time in my life, I chose silence instead of apology.
As I walked down the hallway, I heard Gavin’s voice behind me, low and confident, telling her he knew I’d react this way—that I always made things about myself. Evelyn said something I couldn’t hear.
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