Chapter Four
Evan
“The Bagel Place!” a woman calls from the opposite side of the room I just saw the Andrews go to.
My stomach clenches as I raise my hand and shove my phone inside my bag.
“Hi,” the friendly blonde says and walks steadily past a black curtain. “How are you?”
“I’m good.”
That’s the extent of our conversation—which I’m thankful for, because I feel as though I might throw up. After Mrs. Andrews gave me those puppy dog eyes and asked about my family, I felt the weight of her grief for losing her best friend. Because although Mrs. Andrews hates us, she still loves us too, and she knows our family has been through the wringer lately. But so has hers. I have no idea what it’s been like, but the rumors about Trevor and what he’s done to support his habit have been upsetting
