#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 hold my dick so that's a relief./" My fingers tighten over the glass paperweight.
/"Nothing about the incident was okay. I hate that you went through something like that. I hate myself for arriving late at the scene. It's my fault. I was supposed to be there for you like you are for me./" Both of my friends glare at me.
