Broken By Evelyn Miller Where To Read Novels & Stories

‘Yes, madam,’ she replied in a tone barely respectful. ‘Millicent, while you are waiting, read that.’ She turned the copy of she had been reading, on its head and pushed it across the table, scattering her breakfast crockery and nearly tipping the milk jug over. I rescued the milk and then studied the open pages for some time. I couldn’t concentrate. What was I supposed to be reading? ‘You’ve lost me. It’s mainly ads for high-class plant nurseries, horse tackle and nanny agencies.’

Evelyn's POV As much as I wanted to question him, I couldn't find the will to do so. My mind was far too chaotic and my heart too broken to even simply greet him. All I wanted to do was cry, but I needed to hold myself together for the time being. "I'll give you two some privacy," Mila said. She gave me one last look of sympathy before letting the door shut behind her." The atmosphere grew more cold and tense once Mila left the room. Neither of us said anything to each other for a while.

I went directly to my room to read a book, but less than five minutes later, there was another knock on my door who just walked in without the owner’s consent. “What is it now, sister Evangeline?” I asked, even though I couldn’t see the entryway I knew she's the one visiting me at this hour. I am currently fix my gaze on the book I’m readinh when She approached me and just snatched the book in my hands. “Can you tell me why you’re reading this?” Her eyes widened as she read the book’s title. “The novel’s title is Shocking Shocked, and it tells the story of a guy who was electrocuted after disclosing shocking news?”

“Sometimes, even a home doesn’t last.” Evelyn looked up at the sky. “And sometimes, that home... isn’t a place. But a moment.” They sat in silence again. The wind gently brushed Evelyn’s hair. William leaned back against the bench, closing his eyes for a moment. “I wrote you a letter,” William said softly. “A long one. But I never dared to send it.” “I’ve read it,” Evelyn replied quietly. “Sandra gave it to me before I left for Milan.” William stiffened slightly. “You read it?”

The last page is stained and unreadable Evelyn investigates the forest where the river bends—locals call it “The Hollow.” Inside the willow grove, she discovers ancient symbols carved into bark and bones buried beneath moss. An old woman named Maeve warns her: “The river doesn't forget. Neither should you.” Evelyn begins to dream of drowning.