Evan’s POV

“I’m going upstairs to get Aria,” I told my mother as I threw my vest over my shoulder.

“I’ll be waiting right here,” Mom replied before sitting on the couch I had slept on for the night.

I climbed the stairs while my head floated to another dimension. My memories were only of putting Jasmine and Jevan out the house. The way she cried and pleaded to me. The way she looked at me when she tore up the check. The way Jevan looked at me when he was out the door in his mother’s arms. The way her last words hurt me. ′Go to hell Evan Hollen.′...