My Dad's Bestfriend

Chapter 118

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.

my voice laced with concern. "I want to be there for you, Jacob. I understand it's not easy, but you don't have to bear it alone.

silence persisted, I began to

to interrupt him when he was perhaps trying to

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 can't

be alone,

time. But please, remember, I'm always

I was about to turn and leave,

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

buried his face into my chest, his

never fucking ached so

up anything," I murmured, fingers gently threading through his hair as I pressed a tender kiss to the crown of his head. "It's alright. Everything is

My poor Jacob...

me tightly, his sniffles barely audible but palpable against my

whispered, gently cupping his face and guiding his tear-stained gaze to meet mine. His eyes, teary and red-nosed,

"Whatever you did, it was out of anger, a mistake, and mistakes happen. You

us in a lot

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

enveloping him 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

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