Evie stood there in shock as he yelled, packed, and stormed off. Pain, disbelief, and anger raged through her mind. Screw around writing for Joe? Not going anywhere? Just leaving her instead of supporting her? She slunk into the cushions of the couch, swallowing the lump in her throat as her eyes stung against tears. A sniffle escaped her as she grabbed her phone. Her thumb hovered over the call symbol to her mother's number. 

Her mother disapproved of her becoming a journalist, having wanted her to go into fashion, singing, or anything else really. Calling her about the opportunity would only give her ammunition to prove she was right. Her father wasn't much help, seeing as he didn't have much of a voice if her mother could help with that. She sighed softly before putting the phone away, glancing at the blurred image. "Who are you?"