As Evan ate, his mind was on the message Emma had sent that morning.
After he had replied, “Everything’s a problem,” the chat window had shown that she was typing. But he had waited from morning until now, and Emma had never sent another message.
He was curious, wondering what she had wanted to say and why she hadn't sent it.
Lost in thought, he belatedly realized that the chattering woman beside him had gone quiet. He finally glanced over at her.
“What’s wrong?”
He hadn’t noticed before, but now he saw that Melissa’s eyes had slowly reddened.
Her dark, bright eyes were now veiled with shimmering tears. She looked at him pitifully, like an abandoned kitten.
That look immediately softened Evan’s heart. He put down his utensils, pulled the whimpering woman into his arms, and cooed, “What is it? Why are you crying?”
His voice was gentle and low.
His question only made it worse. Melissa’s tears started to fall freely, and she looked utterly heartbroken.
She buried her head in his chest, her eyes downcast, and sobbed as she spoke. “I… I was talking to you, all happy, and… and you weren’t listening at all. You… you were thinking about something else. You weren't paying attention to me… you don’t care about me…”

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