**Evelina’s POV**
I’d spent the evening with Papa, him begging the entire time for just one drink. It was exhausting. Is this what mama had to deal with?
Luckily, he didn’t say a single word against mama or Kyle. I looked at the clock in the room I shared with Gabe. Amaya had said she’d convince him to let us go meet Sister Agnes again tomorrow. I knew they were at the bar together where Gabe had burned that man. Briefly, I had to marvel at his balls. Going back to the scene of the crime where he’d committed arson. But he was convinced he’d done the world a favour. Honestly, he probably had.
My hands skimmed over the top drawer of Gabe’s chester drawers, taking the liberty to grab one of his shirts before going into the bathroom. I didn’t like vanilla. But it was the only scented femini
