Hailey's POV

I must have fallen asleep on the couch because I woke up to sunlight streaming through the windows and the sound of footsteps upstairs.

Evans was finally moving around.

I sat up, my neck stiff from sleeping in an awkward position, my phone showed missed calls from my mother and three texts from Mabel asking if I was okay.

I ignored them all and waited.

Ten minutes later, Evans came down the stairs, he was dressed in a crisp suit, his hair perfectly styled, his face carefully blank like he'd put on a mask before leaving his room.

"Good morning," he said, not quite meeting my eyes.

"Is...