Page 81 of The Right Kind of Wrong

“I'm the man who saw Anne tearing herself apart for selfish people such as you,” Carter spit. I'd never seen him so angry in my life. My dad looked like he was about to lunge but my mom held him back, trying to keep a calm appearance in front of David.

“Could you just open the damn envelope?” Hannah asked, desperate to know what it held.

“No,” I said shaking my head. “I want to do it at home, Hannah…It's the only thing Nana left and I want to read it in peace.” I hoped she'd give me the little bit of understanding I was asking for but instead, she grew more frustrated.

“You're unbelievable, Evelyn. You're making this damn difficult.”

“Jesus, just leave her alone,” Nathan hissed, fury lacing his words. “All you fucking do is drill her with the same damned thing. She'll open it when she's ready.”

It was then that the world started to spin around me. I started to feel nauseous and their voices just seemed to grow distant, even though by the look on their blurry face the argument had only intensified. Finding my voice was futile and as my heart beat became quicker, I knew I needed to get away from everyone.

I stood up in an attempt to get out of the constricting office but as I did the spinning only intensified and I ended up surrounded by darkness.

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“Okay, she's just being dramatic.”

“Would you get the fuck out if you don't care?”

My head was pounding with the voices yelling around me. I felt a gentle hand at the back of my head and a cold compress pressed against the area. I whimpered when I felt piercing pain there, and then another hand on my cheek.

“Evie, can you hear me?”

The voices quieted down and my eyes opened only to find several of them staring back at me. Some in worry, some in annoyance.

“Oh, thank God,” Nathan said relieved, kissing my forehead. Carter was leaning down next to him, his eyes full of fatherly concerned.

I groaned when I felt the sharp pain in my head once again.

“You hit yourself on the edge of the wooden table, dear,” Carter explained, taking hold of my hand. “You fainted. Are you okay?”

“I'm fine,” I replied, trying to push myself up. Nathan shook his head, quickly stopping me from any further movement.

I leaned back, sighing at his silent command. He probably wasn't going to let me move until he was sure I was strong enough to walk. Jenna rushed into the office with a glass of water, handing it over to Nathan so that he could help me drink. The cool water felt nice on my dry lips and I sighed, content to have something to soothe my throat.

“Help me up,” I said quietly to Nathan.

Though hesitant, he wrapped an arm around my waist and helped me to my feet, careful about not doing it too fast. I held on to him, still feeling a little weak.

“That's it,” he said with a small smile. He led me to a sofa in the office and I leaned back in an attempt to relax my muscles. “We need to get you to a doctor.”

“I agree,” Jenna said with a frown. “Evie, you haven't been eating well and you're dehydrated—”

“That's nothing a little bit of water can't help,” I replied, rolling my eyes.

“Does that mean you can open that envelope now?”

I groaned. My sister was unbelievable.

“Get her out of here,” I said to Jenna. She smiled proudly.

“With pleasure.” David shot his daughter a look that was meant to be serious, but the gratefulness couldn't be hidden.

“Listen, Evelyn, you're not alone, okay?” He said in a gentle voice. “We've watched you grow up and your Nana knew what she was doing so if you need any advice, be sure to come to us. We have nothing but your best interest at heart.”

I nodded, closing my eyes. Going to the doctor seemed like a good idea, but what I wanted to do the most at that moment was sleep. Everyone was right; the whole situation was starting to take a toll on my body. I was hardly even functioning.

“We'll go to the doctor tomorrow,” I whispered. “I just want to rest now. Can we do that?”

Nathan pressed a kiss to my temple. “Of course. I need to get you out of here though, Evie. They're literally making you sick.”

“Spend the night at my place,” Carter chimed in. I smiled; the idea had even brightened the sound of his voice. “I have an extra room and it would be nice to have some company. I can also help Nathan keep an eye on you then.”

“What do you think?” Nathan asked.

I hummed, leaning my head on his shoulder. “You're just going to have to carry me all the way there,” I smiled.

“Not a problem.”

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