Chapter Eighcty-One: A Candid Advice

“I have decided to move in with Evans,” I announced as Angela poured herself a cup of wine. I had hung the thought on my mind all week, and as soon as we moved apart after our tight, long hug at the engagement party, I just knew that we needed our usual long talk and that we needed to have it as soon as possible. “Wait what?” I watched her eyes; they weren’t as pure as they used to be; the once-active stare and sharp blinks that only depicted Angela—I missed those. Now they were weak and weary, with only tired gazes that longed for desire. I could not read through her thoughts as I usually did. They were blurry and self-absorbed, which only made me even more worried. I knew she had her own worries, especially after the whole drama with Anthony, but this worry might be different; I wasn’t sure. “Yeah, I have been thinking about it for a while now. I mean, I spend most of the time at his place, and we are hardly seen apart. He asked that I move in with him, and I thought, Why not? We are