#Chapter 18

Evelyn

The more you know, the harder it is to forget. It's better when alcohol scrapes away a few pieces of something tragic happening to you. If you can't remember, then you can't think about it and feel terrible.

"Oh my God! Why didn't you tell me?" Yasmine asks softly.

"I was dealing with it over the weekend. I needed space and time." I wanted to talk to Ivan today but it seems like it'd be now.

"Are you okay?" My assistant asks the question on the tip of my tongue.

"I'm fine. Evelyn stepped in at the right moment and saved me. The guy wasn't able to...