Evans' POV

I sat on the floor behind my locked door, my back pressed against the wood, listening to everything.

Valarie pounding on the door, screaming my name like a madwoman, begging me to open up, threatening to expose my secrets.

Hailey's quiet voice afterward, asking why I didn't answer, the hurt in her tone cutting deeper than any knife.

I heard it all, every word burned into my brain like a brand.

I wanted to open that door, wanted to throw Valarie out myself, wanted to pull Hailey into my arms and tell her everything, explain why I was acting this way, why I couldn't face either of them....