Chapter 35: Horace
“You fucker!” Evie hissed at him in a very angry whisper, slapping his arm.
“What did I do?” Horace squealed in an unmanly complain.
“Why didn’t you get me a job too?” she said through her gritted teeth.
“I’ve been calling you for days, Evie!” he said, his arms open in surrender.
She froze. “Oh. Right. I… uh… got your messages.”
“I know you did. I figured you needed your space, that’s why I stopped trying to reach you. Are you okay?” he asked, worried.
She looked away.
He didn’t know what was up. He gave her a tight hug anyway. She tensed up, then her shoulders sagged inside his embrace. He patted her curls the way he liked to do, coiling a strand around his index finger. “I know it’s tough,” he told her softly.
She remained silent in his arms for a long moment,
