“No reason. That sounds nice.”
“Come at seven.”
The next morning, I called a lawyer.
“I’ll bring dessert.”
“Perfect,” I said.
After we hung up, I stood in my kitchen and looked around the room like I was seeing it for the last time.
Then I got to work.
I used Evan’s phone again that night after he fell asleep and sent myself everything I needed. Screenshots. Booking emails. Photos. Enough proof that neither of them could lie their way out of it.
