He Mistook My Sister For Me On Meetup Day Chapter 07

He Mistook My Sister For Me On Meetup Day Chapter 07

For the first time, Evan lost it at the Tate house.

He pulled up the airport footage on the living room TV.

“You knew she was Tidecaller all along.”

My mother’s face went ashen.

“We just felt sorry for Iris.”

“No one ever liked her because of that birthmark. Lena has everything. What’s one little thing-”

“What does she have?” Evan cut her off.

My mother froze.

“What does she have that you didn’t hand straight to Iris?”

The living room went dead quiet.

Iris curled into the corner of the couch, shaking and crying.

“Evan, I didn’t mean for this to happen.”

“At the airport, I really just wanted half an hour.”

“But after you held me, I couldn’t let it go.”

“My sister’s had so many people love her. I just wanted you once.”

Evan stared at her.

“So you let her keep writing back for you?”

“I was scared you’d find out.”

“So you put her letters under your name?”

Iris couldn’t speak anymore.

My father’s voice went hard. “What’s done is done. You proposed to Iris in front of everyone. A man takes

responsibility for his word.”

Evan turned his head slowly.

“You tricked me into picking the wrong person, and now you want me to take responsibility for your lie?”

“Then who takes responsibility for Lena’s seven years?”

That afternoon, he pulled the exhibition.

The bookstore’s main account posted a statement.

[The true identity of “Tidecaller” is Lena Tate.]

[I failed to verify the facts, identified the wrong person as my partner, and repeatedly misjudged and hurt Ms.

Lena Tate.]

[All exhibition content is suspended. All credits will be re-verified.]

After the statement dropped, partners came after him for damages. Brand investors were furious.

His assistant asked if he wanted to soften the line about repeatedly misjudging and hurting.

Evan said, “No.”

“She told the truth. Every time. I just never believed her.”

That afternoon, he tracked down my residency address and drove to Claremont that same night.

When I came out of the studio, he was standing in the rain.

No umbrella. Soaked through.

“Lena.”

This time, he said it right.

I stopped.

His eyes were red. He held out the navy hardcover poetry collection.

“I watched the footage.”

“I’m sorry. At the airport, I picked the wrong person.”

I didn’t take the book.

“You only picked wrong once?”

He froze.

“At the bookstore, I ate the cilantro. You said I was copying her.”

“I asked if those details were mine. You said I was pathetic.”

“You told me to delete the letters because they were private between you and her.”

“And after the scheduled email came out, your first question was why I didn’t say something sooner.”

My voice came out calm.

So calm it surprised even me.

“Evan, it wasn’t that one hug at the airport that broke us.”

“It was every time I opened my mouth after that, and you chose her again.”

Rain ran down his face.

His voice cracked. “Give me one more chance.”

“Let me get to know you again.”

I shook my head.

“You want to get to know the Tidecaller you missed.”

“But I don’t want to be Tidecaller anymore.”

I walked around him and into the rain.

Behind me, he didn’t follow.

He just stood there, holding the book that was seven years late. For a long time.