Evelyn's POV
Sophia and I just stood there, staring at Caleb as he lay slumped over the table, looking completely helpless.
"Oh God," I blurted out, the words slipping from my lips before I could stop them. "What if he doesn't wake up?"
Sophia shot me a look, trying to reassure me so wouldn't worry, though I could tell she wasn't entirely certain herself.
"He just had too much to drink. He'll be fine."
She glanced at him again, her brows knitting together.
"But I can't help but wonder why he drank so much when he's clearly a lightweight."
I nodded slowly, thinking back to the way he had downed that glass of alcohol like it was water. "Did you notice how nervous he was? How anxious he'd been acting?" I asked.
Sophia sighed, brushing her hair out of her face. "Definitely. Even when I approached him, he couldn't look me straight in the eyes. He just kept glancing around, like he was searching for an escape."