He had kept it.
"You kept it," she whispered.
Her tears came harder then. She bent over, her forehead resting against his.
"Did I… did I hurt you?" His eyes fluttered, pupils dilated. "I'm sorry. I'll do better. Just please… stay with me." His hand twitched toward hers, and she caught it without thinking.
"You forgot me. I would have come back, Winn. I tried to. But you… you moved on." She wanted to crawl into bed beside him, to warm him, to erase the weeks of silence that had cut them both open.
"I'm sorry… I'm sorry… love… just…" His breath came in uneven bursts.
The door creaked open, and Ivy froze. Her stomach plunged to the floor. Fear clenched her ribs until she could hardly breathe—but then she saw Evans standing in the doorway, his broad shoulders filling the frame, his eyes wide with disbelief.
