Claire's POV
I didn't know what came over me when I saw Evander rush out of the wardroom to check on Susan. She looked hurt, and after hearing part of their conversation, I felt a strange tightness in my chest. Almost without thinking, I followed him, wanting to see what had happened.
Yes, I was concerned about her. But, deep down, I wanted to watch how Evander treated her— how gentle and caring he would be toward her. Maybe seeing him with her like that would help me sort out my own feelings.
I needed to remind myself that he was with her, not me, and that whatever small feelings I had would eventually fade away.
I entered the car without waiting, feeling the tension in the air. It was clear that Evander didn't want me with him, but I didn't care. I had to go. The ride was silent, each minute stretching on endlessly until I couldn't hold it in anymore.
"You really care about her, don't you?" I blurted out, unable to stop myself.
