Evelin's POV
I answered Wallace's call. "It's Evelin. What's up?"
"If you don't want anything happening to Jimmy, then you'd better be quiet and hear me out," Wallace's voice came through slow and threatening.
My body went rigid, my face hardening. "Fine, say it. I'm listening."
That evening, when Jimmy came back to the hotel, I was curled up on the living room couch with a pillow, watching something on TV.
The moment I heard him walk in, I turned and smiled at him softly. "You're back."
Something flickered in Jimmy's eyes—a sudden intensity that made my chest tighten.
The warm indoor lighting seemed to wrap around me like a gentle glow as I sat there smiling at him.
Beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows, the city's neon signs painted the night in bright colors.
This was just a hotel room, nothing more than a temporary stop—but wherever I was, I could see the way warmth seemed to follow him through the door.
It actually felt like coming home.
