“Adam, are you okay?” Harrison’s voice comes down the line.

I take a breath, forcing words to come. “Harrison, do you have Evie’s address? All I need is her apartment number.”

“Sure.”

I hear some keys tapping.

“She’s in apartment ten.”

“Thank you.”

“What do you want me to do with these papers?” he asks. “Should I send them to you to sign?”

“No. The only thing I want you to do with those papers is burn them.”

I hang my cell up, shoving it in my pocket.

“Everything okay?” Max asks me, concern in his voice.

I shake my head. “I just need to see Evie. Now.”

I feel Max’s foot press down on the gas.

Five minutes later, he’s pulling up outside of her building.

“You want me to wait?” he asks as I’m getting out of the car.

“No, it’s fine. You go.”

I sprint to her building. Catching the door as someone’s leaving, I go straight in and run up the flight of stairs, heading for her apartment.

Reaching apartment ten, I bang on the door.

The door opens, revealing Evie’s dad. He looks the same, just a little older and a little grayer.

“Mr. Taylor,” I say slightly out of breath, having a déjà vu moment. I remember doing this exact thing after the first time Evie met Ava.

“It’s still Mick, Adam.” He gives me a slight smile. “I’m guessing you’re here to see Evie. She’s not home, I’m afraid.”

“Oh.” Disappointment lines my insides. “Do you know where she is?”

“Why do you need to see her?” His tone is fatherly, protective.

“I just need to talk to her.”

“Look, Adam, I know you were the injured party in this whole thing, but Evie hasn’t had it easy these last ten years. I don’t want her getting hurt any more than she already has been.”

“We were both the injured party in this,” I tell him.

“I’m glad you see it that way now. And while you’re here, I’m going to tell you that I am sorry for everything that happened back then.”

His apology surprises me. “You don’t have anything to be sorry for.”

“I didn’t stop it. I could have stopped it.”

“No, you couldn’t have. None of us could have. Your daughter was dying. You had a chance to save her. No father in his right mind would turn that down, no matter the cost.”

Mick’s eyes sweep the floor. “Saving Casey’s life cost me Evie. It wasn’t in the same way it would have cost me Casey, but I did lose Evie that night.” His aging eyes meet with mine. “After she left you, she was never the same. I’d just gotten her back after she’d lost her mother. Then, when she left you…she never got over losing you.

“I’ve watched her these past few weeks since you’ve come back into her life, and I saw her on Sunday after she talked to you. She’s hurting, badly. Evie has experienced more hurt and loss than a girl her age ever should have to. You have the power to hurt her unlike anyone else, Adam. So, I’m asking you, as her father, if you’re here to hurt her any more, please don’t. Just leave her be. Please.”

His words are imploring, and they cut me.

I knew Evie was hurting. I knew I hurt her. But hearing it come from Mick…makes it more real.

It was hard for me to see Evie’s pain because all I could see was my own. But hearing from him how bad things have been for her, how badly my words and actions have affected her…I just need to see her and fix this.

“I’m not here to hurt her, sir. I swear to you. I just…I need to see her.”

I’m not going to stand here and tell him the words I need to say to Evie. That I’m beyond sorry for what I said the other day. That I forgive her for waiting so long to tell me the truth. That I don’t care about any of that anymore. All that matters is her. Having her with me. That I need her in my life. That I love her.

The only person who is going to hear those words is Evie.

Mick blows out a breath. “Look, I don’t know where she is. All I do know is, she’s been coming home late from work every day this week. Usually, with sand all over her shoes.”

He gives me a look, and I instantly know where she is.

“Thank you,” I tell him in earnest.

Then, I’m running through the building to the exit. My cell pressed to my ear, I call Max. “Where are you?”

“Still outside. Figured I’d wait for ten in case she kicked your ass out.”

“You’re the best fucking friend ever. I ever tell you that?” I say as I burst out the exit, seeing his car still parked there.

“You have but not enough. I could do with hearing it a little more often.”

“Needy bastard.” I laugh before hanging up my cell.

I open the car door and climb inside.

“Where are we going?” Max asks, putting the car in drive.

“Malibu.”

This is corny as fuck, and I’ll probably get hassle from the neighbors for the noise, but Max was onto something with the song thing.

From the moment we got together, Evie and I were always living on a prayer. It was the right song for us back then, and it’s the right song for us now. Only, we aren’t living on a prayer anymore. And we will make it this time.

Okay, that was weak as shit. But it’s the best I’ve got right now.

I can see Evie sitting up on her rock, her arms wrapped around her legs, her chin resting on her knees, as she stares out at the ocean.

I knew she’d be here. This was our place. It’s still our place.

I set my docking station up, sitting it on the patio railing. I skip through to our song, turn the speakers up loud, and press Play.

The intro starts quietly, and then it’s quickly blasting out.

I see the moment she hears the song because her whole body stiffens. Then, very slowly, she looks over her shoulder in my direction.

I’m already moving across the sand, toward her, my heart beating like a motherfucker.

Her eyes are locked on me as I close the gap between us, but she doesn’t move.

When I reach Evie, her eyes finally leave me, flickering to the beach house and then coming straight back to me. She looks unsure. And she’s been crying. I can see the red around her eyes now.

And in this moment, I promise myself that she will never look this way again, not because of me.

“I’m sorry,” she says softly. “I thought you came to the beach house only on weekends. I’ll go.”

She starts to get up, but I stop her.

“No. Stay there.” I climb up the rock until I’m sitting in front of her.

She’s so fucking beautiful. Even sad, she’s beautiful.

“You haven’t come up here to push me off, have you?” She gives a half-smile.

I know she’s trying to make light of the situation, but I can hear the nerves in her voice. I know she’s scared. I am too. I’m fucking terrified.

“No. I talked to my divorce lawyer. But that’s not why I came. I was already on my way to see you.”

“Okay. But let me say something first, Adam. Well, give you something. I was going to send it with the papers, but I changed my mind, decided to leave it at the beach house for you. Well, put it in the mailbox for you.” She reaches into her bag and pulls out a sheet of paper. It’s folded, frayed on the edges. “The night I left, I was working on this. I never had a chance to finish it because Ava turned up…but I’ve kept it all these years. I’ve been coming here the last few days to finish it off. I always draw better here. And I’ve finished it now, and I wanted to give it to you.”

I take the paper from her hand and open it up.

It’s a drawing of me, standing by a car.

“It was from that night, the night I left. I was always sketching pictures of you. You know that. And I don’t know why…just that night, the image of you standing by that taxi stuck in my head, and I wanted to capture it. Almost like…like I knew I would never see you again.” She blows out a breath, her lip trembling. “And I just…I want you to know, that night I left, I was thinking about you. I was always thinking about you. For the last ten years, you are all I’ve thought about.”