Evelin's POV
"Excuse me, miss, do you need something?" The man's voice was courteous but cold.
Tears instantly blurred my vision.
That rich, steady tone—it made my whole body tremble. The sound was so achingly familiar, so much like my brother's voice that I could barely process it.
'Could it actually be him? Is this really my brother?' My heart pounded so hard I thought it might burst.
This wasn't some hallucination or wishful thinking—he was genuinely standing right here in front of me.
Without thinking, my hand drifted toward his face. I needed to touch him, to feel his skin beneath my fingertips and prove this wasn't just another cruel dream.
But just before I could make contact, someone smacked my hand away hard. A girl's sharp voice cut through the air. "Who do you think you are, putting your filthy hands on my brother!"
Reality crashed back as I stared at the young woman clinging to Jaxson's arm. "He... he's your brother?" The words stumbled out of me.
