Move back, woman - III
It was Salvatore that had entered the apartment but it was the condition that he was in, bothered her the most.
Salvatore was not just having droplets of blood on him, he was drenched in blood. The word drenched being meant literally.
In that moment Evelyn realised something that made her look away with her eyes lowered to the floor like it was meant to happen when she crossed a figure of power. A figure like the Don of the organisation.
The don who could take her life within a second.
"Evelyn?" Salvatore stopped walking when he saw her figure sitting in the chair of the dining room. "I apologize for my state. I was not aware of you coming back." Or staying.
Salvatore and his father knew better than to enter a room where his mother or his sister were with bloody clothes.
She nodded but did not look at him. That was understandable. She was not ready to look at someone who had blood on his clothes.