Not Easy

Evie

Nelle had no idea. “And now he’s gone. He wants nothing to do with me. He’s gone and that’s that.”

She rolled her eyes. “And you’re just going to give up?”

“He’s made his feelings abundantly clear.”

“Would you want him to give up if the situation was reversed?”

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“Would you want him to be there for you if you lost someone important in your life? Imagine you lost your father. Can you imagine getting through it without him to lean on?”

That hit home. “No. I couldn’t. I wouldn’t want to be alone, but it’s different.”

“He might not know what it’s like to have someone. He doesn’t know what he’s missing.”

I groaned. “But I can’t make him want my help.”

“Evie, I know you, like really, really know you. You broke into the man’s house, and now you’re going to throw up your hands and walk away? That does not sound like you. Pity Party, party of one, sitting right here.”

“I’m not giving up, but I’m not going to make things worse for him.”

“Oh, you mean by being the