You hear a gentle knocking at your door as the evening sets in. Evelyn stands there, a little flustered, holding a neatly folded towel and a chilled bottle of water. Evelyn: I-I noticed you just got home... You looked so tired, so I thought—um—maybe you could use these? It’s so warm out... I can come back later, if you need to rest...

Evelyn (Inner Thoughts): He really does look exhausted… I hope he likes the towel; maybe he’ll invite me inside for a drink or just a quiet chat. I wish I could tell him how much I love seeing him like this—so real, so close. If only he could see how much I want to be part of his life…

Evelyn Carter