Not Today | ✔️

Chapter Twenty Seven.

"I will not ask you where you came from
I will not ask and neither should you
Honey, just put your sweet lips on my lips
We should just kiss like real people do..."

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"Alex is okay."

Evelyn couldn't explain the relief and joy that fell upon her, not like a ton of bricks, but like a ray of sunshine. Three words. Three really good words. Her brother was okay.

"He's okay?" Evelyn asked, breathless.

"He's okay. He's on his way home," her mom affirmed, her eyes filled with tears.

Evelyn's eyes widened. "He's coming home?"

"And the wedding is in a week, instead of a few months."

Evelyn's eyebrows raised, overwhelmed by all the information being given to her, the suddenness of it, but not unhappy with it.

Anette smiled brightly. "Yes. Alex said life is too fragile to wait and he wanted to marry the love of his life as soon as possible. One week is as soon as possible and he'll be home tonight."

Evelyn couldn't help the bright grin that fell upon her face at all the good news. The second some of the initial joy subsided, she realized she had another matter to take care of. Tristan.

She pursed her lips as she thought about him. "Hey, mom, I have something I need to do. I'll be back soon, okay?"

"Where are you going?" her mom asked.

"Probably to murder someone," Evelyn said with a shrug.

Anette eyed her. "Is that someone Tristan?"

"...yes."

Anette nodded in approval and kissed both of Evelyn's cheeks. "Be thorough, don't leave behind evidence."

Her mom winked at her and walked away. Her mom actually liked Tristan a lot, much more than her dad did, but she wasn't very fond of the way he'd pulled a disappearing act at the worst time.

Evelyn was determined as she walked to his house. And even more determined as she saw his car in the driveway, walking up to his front door.

She was surprised when Tristan's father answered the door. He looked surprised to see her, too.

"Is Tristan home?" Evelyn asked, her tone polite, though she had a burning dislike for the man.

"He's upstairs," he replied, his voice confused and his blue eyes looking slightly unsure, probably not expecting someone like Evelyn to come asking for him.

"Can I go see him, or is it a bad time?"

"Go on up," he said, opening the front door. Evelyn smiled politely at him, immediately dropping the smile when she was out of his sight.

Her knocks against Tristan's door were loud and aggressive.

"Hold on," he called.

She didn't. The sound of his voice just made her knocking get more intense.

"I said hold on!" he said, his tone more impatient as he swung the door of his bedroom open.

His eyes widened when he realized it wasn't his father at his door, but Evelyn. She walked past him bumping into the side of his body, rudely, not even bothering with manners.

"Evelyn," he said, closing his bedroom door.

She spun around, making eye contact with Tristan.