Evie is in no mood to leave the room of her dreams, but we have to go. I love to see her be happy here with her father and this place, but the thought of leaving my mother alone too long scares me, although I just got off the call with her and she told me she was fine.
When I first tell Evie about leaving in the middle of her tea-making session in the dollhouse, she frowns, and I prepare myself for the tantrum she’s about to throw. But then her eyes flicker briefly at Rhys, and it's almost like she’s shy, momentarily, to protest. Her frown gets deeper when I ask her again a few minutes later.
Rhys is now on a call, talking in a serious voice with someone. From the sharpness of his tone, I can tell it is someone working under him. His eyes dart repeatedly to Evie to check on her, but th
