Evan sat on the couch, making sure he had a clear view of the stairs. He was jittery enough. He passed what couldn't have been more than a few minutes but felt like the longest of his life, chatting with Anne’s parents, trying not to watch the stairs like a stalker.
He had to accept whatever happened. He’d be overjoyed if she agreed to shake his hand after the way they’d last parted company.
Evan glanced over, not even trying to fool himself that it wasn’t for at least the tenth time, and she was there. Her hair was too long, falling into her eyes. Jeans and a rumpled but clean t-shirt showed she wasn’t nearly as skeletal as before.
Her cheeks were flushed, but her eyes were bright and happy.
After an endless second of being frozen into place, Evan was beside her. He never felt his fee
