Evelin's POV
Silence stretched between Dalton and me.
His voice turned desperate. "Ms. Elysia, if Mr. Hamilton won't go to the hospital, those fingers might never work right again. He could lose his whole hand."
The words hung heavy in the air before I finally spoke. "Where is he?"
"Still at your shared apartment," Dalton answered.
I ended the call without another word.
Those fingers—I'd been the one to snap them. In that moment, escape was all that mattered. Crippling him? Making him disabled? That was never the plan.
The drive to our apartment felt surreal.
What used to be home now felt like visiting a stranger's place.
Dalton waited by the entrance, practically lunging toward me the second I appeared.
"Mr. Hamilton's inside, Ms. Elysia. I've never seen him this broken. Whatever went down between you two, I'm hoping you can find it in your heart to—"
"Dalton." My voice cut through his plea. "What goes on between Jimmy and me isn't your concern."
