Lara didn’t meet his eyes. Mira did. And her expression was pure anger. “What is wrong with you?” she snapped before he could speak. “Do you even understand what you did?” Evan blinked, stunned. “I—I don’t know what you’re talking about. I just want to know if Lara is okay—”
“Don’t you dare pretend,” Mira shot back. “She showed up at my door shaking so hard she couldn’t breathe. She thought someone was breaking into your house.” Her voice cracked. “She thought it might’ve been our father—did you know that? Did you know that’s the first thing she thought?”