CHAPTER SIXTEEN

Evvie’s POV:

The minute I walked into the house, I tiptoed inside and closed the door behind me with a soft click.

My legs were shaking, and I gritted my teeth.

Does the first time need to be this awful?

I peered into the kitchen as the doorway led to the stairs going to my room.

Mom and dad were busy cooking something up while flirting with each other. Dad had his arms wrapped around mom while she was cutting up some onions. He leaned in and kissed her neck, making mom blush and slap his shoulder.

I rolled my eyes. Although there was nothing new, I felt irritated. Growing up, I would watch them both act so lovey-dovey towards one another, but I never complained.

I never thought I would.

I always dreamed and wanted the life mom shared with dad.

I dreamed of Zachary and I in the exact same position. Cooking together while we flirted, and our kids playing in the living room. But now all I see is Zachary living that life with Brenda. And their unborn child.

I shook my head before more of