A week later.
Evelyn was visibly nervous, even though she tried her best to hide it.
No matter how many times she told herself to relax, her heart refused to listen. It fluttered nervously in her chest, her thoughts running wild as the car sped steadily down the freeway, carrying them farther and farther away from the city.
Too many scenarios crowded her mind.
What would Aunt Martha's son look like?
Would he be distant? Warm? Awkward?
What should she ask him?
Even though she had never met him and only knew him through Aunt Martha's stories and Axel's careful words, Evelyn already felt an inexplicable emotional bond with Noah.
As if he were someone she had been waiting to meet for a long time without realizing it.
She let out a quiet sigh and pressed her palm lightly against her chest.
'Calm down, Eve. Calm down…'
The city skyline gradually disappeared behind them.
After a few minutes, the car exited the toll road, and the world seemed to slow down.
