Early the next morning, while Lucas was off at work, Evelyn packed up her and Noah's things, called a cab, and quietly left.
She stood at the doorway for a second, looking back at the place she had lived in for six years. Pretending she didn't feel a thing was just lying to herself. The scene brought back memories of how she had also been pushed out from the Jacksons' place back then.
As if sensing her mood, Noah tottered over with a stuffed toy in his arms, "Mommy." His tiny hand gently reached for hers.
Feeling Noah's warm little fingers, Evelyn snapped out of her daze. She looked down at him, then scooped him up into her arms.
"Sweetie, we're leaving Uncle Lucas. Do you hate Mommy for that?"
Disappearing without a word—Lucas wouldn't just let it go.
But since she'd m
