ast to the burning sensation that still throbbed beneath the bandages on her neck. Sarah sat op
too exhausted to feel. "The apartment was on fire, Evelyn. On fire. An
ff," Evelyn said, her voice flat. She wasn't defending him
onto her glass desk. "He knew when the EMT left that voicemail. I
er phone on the ta
he paper
oment of stunned silence. "You mean it?
t the burns on her leg, but she ignored it. "I don't want spousal support.
you're en
ed her phone and slid it across the desk,
She let out a low whistle. "Okay. So the 'poor,
d I'm done being the bird. Also... I need a doctor. A
call Dr. Evans. He does concierge visits. He can meet you
esk buzzed. A picture of Jul
e twisting, but Evelyn held u
pped the
ely
r stomach flutter. Now, it just made her stomach
e," Evel
tells me the penthouse is a mess. Are
ou handling the insurance? Not Ar
the apartm
the cleanup. I can't deal with thi
yn asked, though she
ly. "I'm heading to the Pierre. I can't come home with the paparaz
ound, a voice Evelyn knew be
water pressure is awful. C
looked like she was about to vomit. He wasn't ju
tly. There was a muffled sound, a
the damage. Don't be dramatic about the fire, Evelyn. It was just a kitchen accident,
the corner of her mouth.
"Yes. I suppose I was careles
our jealousy. Serena had a panic attack. She needed a friend. I
yn said. "And tell Serena to try t
hung
th her mouth open. "You... you
d
od up, pacing the room. "I'm going to kill him. I'm g
anchor that had been dragging her down for three years had just been cut.
t to wri
and spit her out. "I've been writing everyone else's stories for years. Hiding behind the na
t, Sarah. Book me auditions. Under Ev
Sarah gestured vagu
's character. Cover it with makeup or let it
er with an appointment card for Dr.
s Dr. Evans had called in. Above the counter, a TV was replaying the footage. Julian
ighed, popping her gum. "Wish my
glasses. "Trust me," sh
lobby, faint but persistent. The elevator ride to the penthouse took fo
he kitchen and the living room, where the walls were bla
bedroom. She pulled her suitcase
ogies for missed anniversaries. She packed her jeans. Her old sweaters. Her laptop. And the hard d
e bag shut when she h
ine st
s. Heavy
the suit from the TV footage, but his tie was loosene
. His brows knitted together, confu
mewhere?"
nderneath it, distinct and sweet... gardenias. Serena's perfume. And beneath
stomach
" she
leather shoe. "Put it away, Evelyn. You're overreacting. Harrison a
om, loosening his cufflinks. "God, I
s back. The audacit
yourself,
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