ANDREW

Evelyn placed the food in front of me, the aroma of her meal filling the room as she slumped onto the couch. Her head rested on my legs, as she smiled.

I looked down at her, her dark hair spilling over my thigh, and I couldn’t help but smile back at her

“You sure don’t listen, do you?” I teased, tapping her head playfully with my fingertips. She groaned, her lips forming a pout, but she didn’t move.

Her stubborness was endearing, almost as much as the way she always found a way to stay close to me, even when I was busy. She had insisted I eat before...