Evelyn
I didn’t know where I was going.
Didn’t care, honestly.
I just walked, feet dragging, mind spinning, the air thick like it knew something I didn’t. There was no destination. No reason. I just kept moving forward like I was going to magically end up somewhere that felt right, somewhere that made sense.
Spoiler alert, I didn’t.
The mansion faded behind me with every slow step, the hum of Redwood’s streets dulling into the kind of silence that made you think too damn much. The breeze had that strange eclipse stillness, like even the wind wasn’t sure whether to keep moving. It brushed gently across my face, cool but not cold, like it pitied me.
The pain came in waves.
Grief. Regret. Anger. All of it circling like vultures around whatever was left of my sanity. I don’t even know what triggered it, maybe it was Damien, maybe it was the stupid nightmare, or maybe I just hit my emotional quota for the year.
I didn’t even realize how far I’d gone until my boot tapped the edge of somethi
