Victor holds Evelyn the whole way home, but they don’t say a word. Instead, she leans against him, her back against his chest, his chin resting on her head as he holds her tight with an arm around her.
When they arrive, Evelyn makes no move to get up until the driver comes awkwardly around the car, opening the door and peering in at them.
“Sir?” the driver asks.
Victor nods, dismissing him quietly, and waits for Evelyn to make her move. After a few moments, she does, sitting up and climbing out of the car. Silently, Victor follows.
The driver tips his hat at them, giving them a strange look, and then drives away, leaving them standing in the driveway in the rain, Evelyn staring at the house.
“Evelyn?” Victor asks, hesitating.
“I can’t go in there,” she says softly, and his heart
