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  I couldn’t believe any of that was true but as I stared at Amelia, the blood drained from my face.

  She was right. The town would never forgive the scandal of a young school teacher shacking up with an older man, her father’s best friend no less.

  Why hadn’t I thought about that before?

  Amelia seemed to read the shame on my face and her own expression soften if only slightly.

  “I won’t tell Oscar,” she informed me in a low voice. “If you return to Seattle.”

  “I can’t,” I replied flatly. “The house is still for sale.”

  “Oscar and I will take that over for you. I recommend you get your affairs in order and leave sooner rather than later.”

  My eyes bored into hers.

  “And what about Vyolet?” I asked dully. “What will I tell her?”

  Amelia’s mouth became an almost nonexistent line.

  “Don’t tell her anything!” she spat. “I don’t want you to go near her again! How you two have carried on this long without being caught is beyond me but your luck has officially run out. I am giving you a way to leave with my daughter’s dignity intact. Take it before you make things worse than they already are.”

  A weird burning started in the corners of my eyes and I realized that I was about to cry.

  “Do we have an understanding, Evan?”

  I rose from the chair, shifting my eyes downward.

  “Yeah,” I muttered. “Go get Alexa.”

  She nodded and disappeared from the kitchen, leaving me to blink madly to keep tears from fully forming in my corneas.

  I couldn’t just walk away from Vyolet without an explanation, but I couldn’t very well tell her that her mother had run me out of town either.

  Vyolet would never accept a dissolution of our relationship based on Amelia’s threats.

  If she even wants a relationship. How do I know?

  “Uncle Evan! I was watching Belle!” Alex cried, hurling herself into my arms.

  “I know, honey,” I told her, scooping her up in my arms. “We can watch it later at home, but we have to go home now.”

  “Is Vyolet going to be at home?” Alex chirped, and I knew that my hunch was right. I had been ratted out by a six-year-old.

  Amelia stood in the doorway of the kitchen, her arms still crossed over her breasts, eyeing me with naked disgust.

  “Say thank you to Aunt Amelia, Alex,” I instructed.

  There was clear pain in Amelia’s eyes as she smiled at my young niece and more shame filled my belly as I realized that I had ruined yet another relationship with my inability to keep my feelings under control.

  I almost destroyed Vyolet’s career; my friendship with Oscar and Amelia is over and now Alex has lost another important person in her life. I am an ass. Amelia is right. I need to get out of here.

  I turned away as they embraced quickly in my arms and marched out of the house with Alex.

  “You aren’t going to say goodbye to Auntie Amelia?” Alex asked, and I was mildly impressed with her observational skills.

  “We already said our goodbyes,” I told her gently, strapping her into the backseat of the Mustang on her booster seat.

  As I took my position in the driver’s seat, I noticed that Amelia remained at the door, staring at me and I wanted desperately to yell a parting shot at her, something that would make her understand that what I shared with Vyolet was not some tawdry, cheap affair but how could I?

  Instead, I put the car in reverse and almost squealed out of the Viera’s drive, eager to be away from her judgmental gaze.

  My cell dinged, and I knew it was Vyolet before looking at the screen.

  What am I going to say to her? What am I going to say to Alex?

  “Uncle Evan?” Alex called. “Your phone is going off.”

  “I know, hon,” I told her. “I don’t want to text while I’m driving.”

  “It’s probably Vyolet. Call her on Bluetooth.”

  I shook my head.

  “I’ll call her when we get home,” I told her.

  “But I want to talk to her now! She’s the best teacher I ever had,” Alex chirped. “Do you think that you will marry her now that she lives with us?”

  “She doesn’t live with us!” I snapped with more anger than I intended but Alex did not seem deterred.

  “But will you marry her?” she pressed. “I bet she would be a good mommy. She’s so nice to me but sometimes I forget to call her Miss Viera at school and call her Vyolet and get in trouble.”

  I gritted my teeth.

  Amelia was right. The bug was already in everyone’s ear. Alex, in her naïve sweetness had inadvertently told the town about our relationship.

  We had been under scrutiny and not even realized it.

  “Uncle Evan?” Alex called. “Can we call Vyolet?”

  “No,” I said sadly. “We can’t.”

  And I meant it. We had to make a clean break before any more damage was done.

  10

  Vyolet

  I didn’t understand what was happening.

  Evan hadn’t returned my calls and Alex hadn’t been in school for two days.

  Any attempt I made to visit the apartment went unrewarded as I stood at the door knocking, blinking back tears of betrayal and confusion.

  On Friday he had gone to pick up Alex from my mom’s place, he did not answer my texts and my panic mounted with each hour that slipped by.

  Did something happen to them? Were they in an accident?

  I called my mom, demanding to know if Evan had picked up Alex and she calmly explained that he had.

  “What was he acting like? Was everything okay?” I screeched in her ear. “He’s not answering his phone!”

  “I’m sure he’s fine,” my mother replied, not a note of concern in her voice. “Although I have to say you seem very attached to your Uncle Evan. Maybe he needed some time to breathe, Vyolet. Perhaps you’re spending too much time with him.”

  It didn’t make sense to me and I rushed to the apartment, listening at the door.

  I could hear Alex inside as I banged on the wood, calling out to them but no one responded.

  Why is he doing this to me? I wondered, my heart shattering into pieces. I recalled how I had decided to break up with him that night and suddenly I felt like karma was laughing in my face.

  He beat you to the punch. He’s ghosting you now. He took what he wanted and now he’s cutting you out.

  I expected to see Alex on Monday but when Tuesday arrived, and she still did not show up for class, I knew that he had taken her and left without so much as a text to say goodbye.

  His cell was disconnected when I called to leave yet another voicemail and on Wednesday, I called in sick to sob into my pillow.

  I lay, curled into the pillows as tears streaked down my cheeks, wondering if I should pursue it.

  I could track him down in Seattle if he had gone back there. My parents would know where he went. I had to bite the bullet and ask them.

  I was owed an explanation at the very least, but I couldn’t force him to talk to me.

  Still, I had to know what was happening.

  How could he simply wrench Alex out of my life so easily? I could almost bear it if it was him alone…or so I lied to myself.

  When my iPhone chimed at noon, I fully flipped to snatch it off my bedside table, my heart racing in anticipation.

  It was only Maya.

  she texted.

  I replied.

 

  I responded. The last thing I wanted was to see my sister. She would detect my heartbreak in three seconds and I just wanted to be alone in my misery.

  She didn’t text back, and I knew that meant she was simply going to appear on my doorstep like she always did.

  I’ll just take a page out of Evan’s book and ignore her when she comes, I thought bitterly but I knew I wouldn’t be able to do that and when she arr
ived fifteen minutes later, I had managed to pull myself out into the living room to answer her knock.

  I never really did understand how Maya always managed to slip inside without buzzing but I couldn’t remember a time when she had not simply landed on my doorstep.

  That day was no different and as I opened the door, already turning away as Maya slipped her foot into the jamb.

  “You’re not sick,” my sister commented. “You’ve been crying.”

  I didn’t answer, falling onto the couch to curl my legs beneath my robe and close my eyes.

  “I heard Evan left for Washington,” Maya sighed, and I tried not to sob at the sound of his name.

  So I had been right; he had simply disappeared without a word.

  How could I have been so stupid? I had ignored all the warnings and still pursued him even though I knew it could only end this way.

  Why are you so upset? You were going to end it anyway! I thought for what felt like the hundredth time, but no amount of logical reasoning made it any less painful.

  “Vy – “Maya started to say but I closed my ears to her.

  “I know, you told me so,” I spat. “Did you come here to rub it in?”

  I could sense my sister’s shock at the accusation.

  “Have you ever known me to do that?” she replied quietly, sitting on the edge of the sofa to stroke my hair lovingly. “I came here to tell you that I am here for you.”

  I opened my eyes cautiously and I read only compassion in her bright green eyes.

  My hand flew to my mouth as I stifled a strangled noise.

  “How could I have been so stupid?” I wailed, tears falling to my cheeks. “He just left. Just like that! I didn’t mean anything to him but kinky sex!”

  Maya’s eyes widened with interest, but she wisely did not comment on my wording.

  “It’s probably for the best, Vy,” she told me gently. “You wouldn’t want to get in any deeper than you’ve already gotten.”

  I had to admit that her rationale was sound, but it didn’t make it any easier.

  “Have you tried to contact him in Seattle?” she asked me, and I shook my head.

  “No,” I sighed, sitting up and wiping my eyes. “I’ve been tempted but I can’t bring myself to do it. I just can’t believe he would take Alex without a word to anyone.”

  “He told mom he was going,” Maya volunteered. “Maybe he was trying to spare you more pain.”

  I scoffed.

  “He did a fine job,” I retorted but I wasn’t mad at Maya of course.

  I wasn’t even sure I was angry with Evan.

  I knew I was livid with myself for allowing such a thing to happen.

  Glancing sharply at Maya, my eyes widened.

  “You didn’t say anything to mom about – ”

  “Of course not!” she replied indignantly, folding her arms over her busty chest and scowling. “Why would you even ask that?”

  I exhaled slowly.

  At least one thing had not exploded in my face.

  Maya studied my expression and suddenly I got the sense that she wanted to say something else.

  “What?” I demanded. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

  She shook her head and rose from her spot on the couch to saunter into the kitchen.

  “Nothing,” she replied. “I’m going to make you something to eat. You look pale and I bet you haven’t touched anything since he left, have you?”

  I swallowed and shook my head, following her into the galley where she stuck her head in the fridge, busying herself with the contents.

  As she pulled out condiments and bread to make a sandwich, I felt the hairs on the back of my neck rise.

  “Mai, what is it?” I asked, approaching. “You came here to tell me something.”

  Maya refused to look at me and I knew that the news was going to be devastating.

  “Oh my God!” I gasped. “Did something happen to them? Is Alex okay?”

  Maya threw up her hands in surrender.

  “No! Nothing bad happened…to them,” she murmured, and bile rose into my throat.

  “Just tell me,” I ordered, my jaw locking. “I deserve to know what’s going on.”

  Maya pursed her lips together and leaned back against the counter, shaking her head.

  “I think I know why he left so suddenly,” she whispered, and my eyes grew like saucers.

  “Why?”

  Maya gritted her teeth as if steeling herself for the backlash of what she was going to say.

  “I was at mom’s for dinner on Sunday,” she explained, and I groaned inwardly, realizing I had completely flaked on the weekly gathering for what was probably the first time in my adult life.

  “And?” I demanded. “What happened? Was he there?”

  My heart began to hammer with excitement.

  “No,” Maya replied slowly. “But mom said something which makes me think she knew about you two.”

  I stared at her dubiously.

  “No way,” I said. “She would have confronted me.”

  “I think she confronted him, Vy and that’s why he left.”

  I gaped at her, uncomprehendingly.

  “Wh – what did she say exactly?” I demanded, a sudden spark of hope lighting my gut. If he had only left because of my parents, there was still a chance we could salvage our relationship.

  Maya looked at me, biting on her lower lip.

  “What I’m going to say is going to hurt, Vy so I want you to brace yourself,” she told me but I only half-heard what she was saying.

  In my mind’s eye, I was already reaching for the phone, begging Evan to come back to Oriental and be with me.

  “Vy, are you listening?” Maya asked, and I nodded, my palms sweating in anticipation.

  “Yes,” I replied. “What did she say?”

  “She said that it was a blessing that Evan did the right thing leaving before a scandal ensued,” she started, and I felt myself bristle at my mother’s old-fashioned mentality.

  “Mom is such a prude,” I groaned but to my surprise Maya shook her head.

  “No,” she replied softly. “Not in this case.”

  I gazed at her, cocking my head to the side.

  “What does that mean?”

  “Mom told us that Evan has a fiancée in Seattle. That’s why he was biding his time here. He didn’t want to rush back with a kid and scare her.”

  Shock wracked my body and I gasped.

  “What?” I croaked. “He’s engaged?”

  Maya nodded, averting her eyes.

  “According to mom.”

  Bile choked me, and the world began to spin around me.

  Mom’s comment to me roared in my head when I had begun to show interest in Evan.

  “He’s got a condo there, honey and a career and a life,” mom reminded me. “He probably has a girlfriend too whom he is eager to see.”

  I realized she had been trying to warn me before I had even gotten started.

  All the signs had been there, and I had ignored them all in my blind desire to be with a man I had no right to have.

  I felt my legs buckle and Maya reached out to steady me.

  “It’s okay,” she murmured, pulling me into a hug. “You had no way of knowing. It’s not your fault.”

  I thought I would melt into a puddle of tears right then and there but suddenly I had none left to cry.

  There was nothing left in me but an empty abyss of betrayal.

  I had to accept that I had made a mistake allowing myself to love the wrong man.

  But he’s gone now, and the damage could have been so much worse, I thought, gulping down the lump in my throat. There is nothing to do now but accept my stupidity and move on.

  “Are you all right?” Maya asked, squeezing me into her and I could barely manage a nod.

  “Yes,” I whispered but I was lying.

  I wasn’t okay but I would be.

  Eventually.

  Epilogue

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bsp; EVAN

  “Uncle Evan, we don’t even have a Christmas tree,” Alex said, sighing as she looked around the condo and I cringed at the reminder.

  I had promised to pick her up one twice in the past week, but work had been demanding so much of my time, I had forgotten.

  “I will go tomorrow after work,” I told her, and she turned her head away.

  “Okay,” she muttered but I could hear little conviction in her voice. “Christmas is next week.”

  I looked down at her big brown eyes and suddenly I was seized with a deep loathing for myself.

  What had I done bringing her back to Washington? What was I thinking uprooting her from her home?

  I couldn’t even get Christmas right, the first one she would spend without her parents.

  I was ashamed of myself and I wanted to scream.

  The house in Minnesott Beach remained on the market despite me having lowered the price twice but I had not gone back to North Carolina.

  I couldn’t shake the deep depression which had gripped me since leaving Vyolet.

  You should call her and explain everything, I told myself daily, but I knew that would only cause friction between Vyolet and her family.

  Enough families have been ruined this year. She had probably moved on anyway. She hasn’t tried to contact me either.

  Alex had finally stopped asking about Vyolet regularly but occasionally, I would see her get a faraway nostalgic look on her pixie-like face and my heart would break all over again.

  She was learning to hide her emotions and that filled me with more guilt.

  “Alex?” I called to her abruptly. “Go change out of your pajamas.”

  She stared at me in surprise.

  “Do you have to go back to work?” she asked, disappointment coloring her voice. “Can’t you call a babysitter here instead of taking me somewhere?”

  I smiled through my anguish and shook my head.

  “No,” I informed her. “I’m not going back to work. We’re going back home.”

  Her brow furrowed in surprise.

  “Home?” she echoed. “We are home.”

  I shook my head.

  “No,” I said quietly. “This is not home. North Carolina is home.”