When Evan arrived at home late that day, Chloe was seated on the armchair in front of the glass window. She was watching Manhattan at night.
As she didn’t move when he stepped in, Evan walked toward her and he bent down to kiss her neck from behind. She gave a sad smile and her reaction didn’t go unnoticed by him.
“What’s wrong?” Evan asked while he turned around to stop in front of her.
He lifted her chin gently with two fingers. “Were you crying?”
“No.” she gave an automatic answer and lowered her head.
“Look at me, Chloe.” he raised his eyebrows and crouched to glance into her eyes. “What happened?”
She signed heavily and decided to be honest with him. “My mom called. My father is getting worse. He doesn't want to eat anymore. Nor take the meds.” she paused for a few seconds before confess. “I don’t know what to do.”
Evan was stunned to see her cry. A lot of things were going through his mind at that moment but somehow, her silent tears left him destabilized.