My Dad's Bestfriend

Chapter 118 Walls Crumbling

Evelyn

I stood before the door, my hand hovering, hesitant to knock. I knew Jacob was in a tough spot, regardless of whether he wanted me near him or not. The truth remained he didn't deserve to face it alone. He needed me.

Take a deep breath, Evelyn. You can do this.

With resolve, I raised my hand and rapped gently on the door, "Jacob?"

Seconds ticked by in silence, no response forthcoming. My concern reached its peak.

Another breath, another knock. "Jacob, do you want to talk?"

Still, the only reply was the echoing silence of the room.

"Can we please talk?" My voice trembled. I didn't even know the extent of what he was going through, but I couldn't fucking bear the thought of him suffering alone. I wanted to be there to offer comfort—I did not want to be absent when his tears would fall, I wanted to be the one to wipe them away and make sure they'd not fall again just like he had always done.

"Just open the door, Jacob," I pleaded softly, my forehead resting against the cool surface. "You don't have to face this alone. I'm here for you. Let me in."

Once again, silence enveloped the space, his response absent. I pressed my palms against the door, feeling lost for words, unsure of what else I could say to coax him out.

you, Jacob. I understand it's not easy, but you don't have to bear it

I began to question whether my

interrupt him when he was perhaps trying to seek a moment of

some time alone, a moment to gather his thoughts and emotions. I didn't want to encroach upon his breathing space, to force him into a conversation he wasn't ready for. Even though I wanted to be there for him I respected his need for personal space. I was not willing to take that away from him because of

I can't do

he wants to be alone, I should

leave. Take your time. But please, remember, I'm always here for you. You're never alone. You will never be alone-I'll always be

resigned sigh, I stepped away from the door, preparing to walk away. Just as I was about to turn and leave, the

his hair, the redness in his eyes betraying the tears he had shed,

enveloped me as he sank onto the bed, my knees finding purchase on either side of his lap. He buried his face into my chest, his voice trembling with remorse. "I'm sorry," he whispered, the weight

never fucking ached so

a tender kiss to the crown of his head. "It's alright. Everything is alright." My hand moved in

My poor Jacob...

me tightly, his sniffles barely

gently cupping his face and guiding his tear-stained gaze to meet mine. His eyes, teary and red-nosed, reflected a vulnerability I had never

mistake, and mistakes happen. You don't need to punish yourself, you don't need to dwell on it-it's

to put us

If I had the chance, I'd do it again for what they did to you. But I think it was all a ploy to tarnish my image in the media again. I'm sure it's Tyler behind all of it. I just made it easier for him to enter our lives by acting in

a hug, my fingers tracing soothing patterns along the back of his neck. "We can't change what's happened. Whatever comes our way, we'll face it together. Tyler can't do anything. People like him never win, Jacob. They always end up losing everything in the