Her mind wandered to Saben Thompson’s calm strength, to Jenny White’s defiance, to JM’s letter.The faces of the people she tried to break haunted her. Not out of guilt, but out of truth.They had moved on.She hadn’t.The empire was gone.Her beauty had faded.Her voice once powerful enough to command rooms now barely a whisper.But deep inside, in a corner of her fractured heart, she understood something at last.Power doesn’t die when you lose. It dies when you forget who you are.She pressed her hand against her chest, whispering to the silence:“I was Eva Ross. And I forgot to be human.”Tears slipped down her cheeks again, silent, unstoppable. For the first time, she wasn’t Eva the manipulator, Eva the queen, Eva the perfect face on every magazine.She was just a woman broken, stripped bare, facing herself.The guards passed by, barely glancing inside. Another inmate whispered a prayer. Somewhere far away, thunder rolled soft, distant.Eva looked up at the small slice of moon
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