Alice settled down into her favorite armchair, pulled up her leg, placed a large book behind the parchment and started writing back to Evan. Things were a lot better between them. Not perfect, but she did have a lot of time thinking through everything that happened and she was ready to talk about everything. They had a lot to discuss, after all, and not just the lies he told her. Technically she hasn’t been completely honest with him either since the entire Rodolphus thing happened, but she wasn’t sure how she could just tell him, especially over letters. She was still going back and forth on whether or not she was actually going to tell him about it all, but she still had time until when they agreed to meet.
She was collecting her thoughts, thinking through what she wanted to write when a big thump came from the front door and Alice snapped her head up, looking towards the door. “Dad? Was that--” she called out to her father, but the words died in her throat because Evan suddenly appeared in the door, looking frantic and mad and scruffy. For a second she just stared at him, confused, and then she quickly put aside everything in her lap and stood up. “Evan, what are you doing here? Is everything alright? Are you-- are you alright?”
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