Page 108 of Before Eve

Gradually, the song comes to an end. I scroll down, reading the comments:

Best Bus Stop song yet.

Heard this live and it’s amazing!

West’s muse. Sigh….

Whatever happened to Eve?

She needs to put West out of his misery.

On and on I read hundreds and hundreds of positive comments. Until the last one:

Thanks, everyone, for all the great comments. Eve is not just my muse, she’s my everything. As promised, 100% of revenue generated from this song is put into a fund to assist abused children. ~xo, West

I sniff back the tears I feel coming. Assisting abused children. It’s exactly what he told me he was going to do. I reach formy phone, ready to call and tell him I want to see him, when a text comes in:

Anne: Did you watch it?

Me: Yes.

Anne: Now go open your door.

My heart bangs hard in my chest as I walk across my dorm room and open the door. West stands there, a giant bouquet in one arm and holding aHappy 18thballoon in his hand.

“Hi,” he says, smiling.

“West,” I breathe.

“Did you miss me?”

Happy tears fill my eyes. Exactly what tears should be.