Evan didn’t answer. He felt as if a hole had been torn open in his chest, and an icy wind was howling through it.
Why had he brought Emma to that party?
To control her. To assert his dominance. To crush any hope she had of leaving him.
Evan didn't know how to explain it to his friend, how to tell him that the Emma who had loved him for eleven years seemed to be falling out of love with him.
The emotions he had suppressed for so long were finally threatening to boil over in the dead of night.
Getting no response, Daniel looked at his friend again. “Seriously, what’s going on?”
Daniel knew Evan well. He wasn’t an impulsive or reckless person. There had to be a reason he’d taken Emma to that party.
Dr. Morrison was still tending to Emma.
Evan turned and left the room first. Daniel saw him go and followed.
They went out onto the balcony. Daniel slid the glass door shut before asking again, “Evan, what the hell is going on?”
Evan was silent for a moment before asking absently, “Got a cigarette?”
Daniel frowned. “Are you fucking kidding me? You just told me Emma hates the smell, and now you’re asking me for one!”
Evan let out a bitter laugh and stared out at the dark night. “She won’t smell it out here.”
Daniel shot him a glare, then pulled out the pack and handed him a cigarette before lighting one for himself.
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