No answer.
I knocked again, harder this time.
“Evan,” I called through the door. “The results are here. Come out. I want you to see this with your own eyes.”
I pressed my ear against the wood and heard movement inside. Footsteps. The creak of the bed. Then silence.
I knocked a third time.
“I’m not going away. This affects both of us, and you’re going to be here when I open it.”
More silence.
Then finally, the lock clicked.
The door swung open, and Evan stood there looking at me with empty eyes. He’d lost weight in the past week. His face was pale, and there were dark circles under his eyes like he hadn’t been sleeping either. For half a second, I felt sorry for him.
Then I remembered the slap.
I remembered the names he’d called me.
I remembered the way he’d turned the whole room against me.
The sympathy disappeared.
He didn’t say a word. He just walked past me toward the kitchen and sat down at the table with his arms crossed, waiting.
I followed him and placed the envelope in the center of the table between us.
Neither of us touched it. We just stared at it like it might explode.
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