🗝️Detective Ryker Viltarin must uncover dark secrets before he loses not only his heart but also his life.🗝️
You're on your own, far from home
The wind is blowing in the top of the pines
A gloomy sky where the sun never shines
Deep...
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At these words, Evelyn's body tensed of its own accord like a violently overstretched bowstring.
"Oh," was the only thing she managed to get out for the moment. Without realizing it, her hands reached into the fabric of her shirt and crumpled it under her fingers. She had to force a smile onto her lips, but it felt as fake as sunshine in winter. "That's very kind of you, Dr Taylor."
"Jonathan," he corrected doggedly.
"Oh, yes, of course. Jonathan." She tasted the name on her tongue again and cleared her throat. It was a strange situation, and Eve was somewhat overwhelmed by it. She didn't usually call doctors by name, which seemed a bit inappropriate. But it was probably also simply because she had never grown up in such a close-knit community in the middle of nowhere. But that was precisely why she was here, wasn't it? For a fresh start. So she should accept the kindness instead of being so suspicious.
Ray grimly muttered something she didn't understand and went to the front door, presumably to continue his work. She surmised that the reason for his displeasure was that something wasn't working as it should. Or he was once again short of materials - something happening more frequently recently.
Her gaze briefly followed the man moving around the house like a shadow for almost a week now and whose whereabouts could be traced by hammering or other noises. In the last few days, she hadn't been bothered when he was around. At first, she was still unaccustomed to it, but now it seemed almost too quiet if she didn't hear a knock or rattle somewhere in the house.
"Do you want to stay down here? Or do we want to go upstairs? It's a bit more private there." The doctor's voice snapped her out of her thoughts, and only now did she realize that he was looking at her in anticipation.
As if of its own accord, Eve's hand slid to her face and fumbled for the blonde strands that covered the ugly scars at least a little to ensure they were doing their job. Again, her gaze slid fleetingly to Ray and then back to the doctor, who had more sensitivity than she would have given him credit for.
"I'd rather go upstairs, but I think it's better here. Because of the space, you'll still get your tea," she says. "Liam's playing upstairs, I'll get him down quickly."
