Page 5 of Timeless Pages

Chapter five

Isa

I hated letting people see me cry, and I definitely didn’t want Evan to see me crying. “Why do you care?” I asked. “You’re one of the heartless men trying to take my home away from me. It’s my store, and I should have a say in whether it is sold.”

“If you don’t want to sell it, why are you?” Evan asked, sounding confused.

“I’m not selling it; he is,” I snapped. “And until I get the bogus conservatorship overturned, there isn’t anything I can do about it.”

Evan’s eyes narrowed. “What do you mean?”

“Nothing. It’s none of your business. Please leave.”

Before he could respond, we heard Dominic calling for him. “Evan? You down here, buddy?”

I could also hear my father’s voice, and they were getting closer. “You could easily turn this room into an office with little work, so don’t mind the state it is in now.”

Terror gripped my heart like a fist. “You have to hide! If he finds you in here, he will be angry!” I shoved Evan into the closet before he could protest. Realizing I still had the list of lawyers in my hand, I threw the paper at him and shut the door.

Quickly, I moved to my kitchenette, grabbed the kettle, and filled it at the sink.

The door opened, and Dom stepped inside, followed by my father, who looked extremely unhappy. The looks he gave me when Dom wasn’t paying attention nearly had me shaking in fear. Tonight was not going to be a good night for me.

Dom looked around the room. “Nope, he’s not here. Where could that bookworm have run off to?” He winked at me as he pushed my father out of the room and closed the door behind them.

I went to the door and cracked it open as Evan emerged from the closet. “Ok, they’re gone. You need to leave now!”

Evan handed me my list and then tilted my chin up with a single finger. I look into the dark-haired man's soft brown eyes. His black-framed glasses make him look like someone I could learn to confide in, and they make him seem kinder.

“Why are you afraid of him?”

I ached to tell him everything. To find another savior, but he wasn’t someone I could confide in. He was one-third of the company that wanted to take my home. “What difference does it make?” I scoffed.

“Maybe we can help,” Evan suggested as I shooed him out.

“Nobody can help me,” I replied, closing the door in his face.

The only person who could help me was dead, and now I had to fight this battle on my own.

I had to be my own savior.