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Maybe it was a subtle way of life letting me know it was time to confront her once again, hear her out. My mind kept warning me that it was a bad idea, that there was a huge chance of getting hurt again.

I was too damn curious.

Nathan wouldn’t approve, and though I knew he was looking out for me, I knew it was also something I had to do. If I didn’t, I would regret it for the rest of my life. I didn’t necessarily have to do it for her, but for myself.

Maybe she had changed.

In the end, the only things I’d regret were the things I didn’t do, the things I didn’t say. I wouldn’t make that mistake. I’d been dealt with endless problems already—a less than ideal family, problems that some people never had to go through—and I was still standing.

What harm could a little reunion with my beloved sister do?

Chapter 17

Evelyn

The tension surrounding Nathan and me for the rest of the day overwhelmed me. He was angry, frustrated without even explaining why. The relationship between Derek and Nathan wasn’t ill; they seemed like they could have potentially been friends. However, all chance of a friendship seemed to have disappeared with just the sight of Derek speaking to me.

I glanced back at Nathan on our way back to the condo. His grip was tight around the steering wheel, so tight, in fact, that I was afraid he’d break it. Gaze fixed on the road, Nate didn’t even turn to look at me.

Was he angry at me?

Seeing his attitude change only made me realize I would have to wait another day to talk about my potential visit to Hannah. Talking while he was angry was not an option; he wouldn’t listen, and I would also get angry, leading us absolutely nowhere.

We arrived at my building, Nathan on one side of the elevator while I stood on the other. He looked up, and I crossed my arms over my chest.

I didn’t like the silence, not this type of silence, especially when I had done nothing to warrant it.

He followed behind me as I opened the door to our little home and closed the door behind him. Briefly, his gaze met mine; it was blazing. So intense I had to look away because I didn’t know what it meant.

Was he angry or jealous?

What was going through his mind?

He smiled, forced and fake, and I scoffed.

“What’s your problem?” I asked, raising an eyebrow. If he had something to say, there was no need to hold back. I could handle it.

“I don’t like him,” he said with a clenched jaw.

“You don’t know him,” I stated, setting my purse on the sofa.

“More than you know, Evelyn. Just stay away from him.”

Was he serious?

I didn’t like being ordered around, and Nathan did just that. He gave me no valid reason for me not to talk to Derek. Therefore, his anger wasn’t enough.

“I told him I was involved with someone, Nathan. Then you came around and marked your territory when you kissed me, so I don’t know what the problem is.”

His expression turned sour.

Bitter.

“What?”

“He is not a good man, Evelyn.”

I narrowed my eyes on him. “Not everyone is out to hurt us.”

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