Novel & Cerita Evelyn M M

**Evelyn** As I waited for the car, I allowed the adrenaline coursing through me to settle. The street was eerily quiet, a stark contrast to the chaos that had just unfolded inside. My gloved hands flexed at my sides as I replayed the exchange in my head, analyzing every detail. Killian wanted me to prove myself, and I planned to exceed his expectations. But this wasn’t just about him—it was about reclaiming the power I’d always known I was destined for. It was about getting revenge. It was about proving father wrong.

Julian explains while pointing his index finger at my bloodied hand. I nod my head feeling disappointed by the lack of information. Back to square one. “I’ll call Evelyn to get that hand cleaned up, Ang you go get a fucking shirt on,” Julian says going back into his office. I walk into Julian’s room pulling a black t-shirt out of the closet and dragging my head through while I wait for Evelyn. Evelyn is Slim’s sister, she’s our medic. She doesn’t live in the house, she has a job at a hospital and does side work for us when we need it so it doesn’t raise any red flags.

“I… I do hold a first class degree in Economics, ma’am.” Her smile widened, a small dimple forming on her cheek. “I am Miss Evelyn, your young employer.” My breath caught. This was her? The Evelyn. She didn’t look like a woman with an eighteen year old daughter. Her skin glowed, her curves were impossible to ignore, and her figure was the kind men twice my age would lose their minds over. She couldn’t have been older than. “I’m just thirty six,” she said suddenly, as if she could hear my thoughts.

“Are you saying my mother has a twin? And that… this photo might not even be her?” “Exactly,” the woman said with a toothy grin that sent a shiver down my spine. “That’s Molly. Haven’t seen her in years. She disappeared right after high school. Evelyn stuck around longer, but she vanished a few years ago too. No one’s heard from her since. Saw her a few times on the street, always looking mopey but she could barely remember anything, she was always high on something”

She couldn’t move. Couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t think. The child tilted her head innocently. “Mama?” Adrian looked utterly speechless. The elderly woman quietly wiped away tears. “I promised I’d bring her to you.” Elaine somehow found her voice. “…Who are you?” The woman smiled warmly. “My name is Evelyn.” She paused. “In another life…” Her eyes met Adrian’s. “…I was your mother.” Silence consumed the room. Outside, the world continued as if nothing extraordinary had happened.

I pretended not to notice the faint relief that crossed his face when he did. James opened a notebook. “We need actionable details. Evelyn Hart, Ravensmere and possible aliases. Anything.” Grace pressed both hands flat on the table. “Evelyn was my mother’s cousin by marriage. She was a midwife. Practical woman, quiet, no husband and no children of her own. She had family near Ravensmere, but she moved often because she took work where women needed her.” “Last contact?” James asked. Grace hesitated. “A letter. Maybe a year after Wren was born.”

“No. But I said everything I needed to.” Dane nodded. After handing him the envelope, Evelyn adjusted her bag strap. Before leaving, she checked the additional submission date on her phone one more time. *** Her phone rang just as she was about to get into the car. It was Professor Martin Hale's number. Evelyn answered at once. Even when more and more people at the hospital had begun avoiding her, her mentor had offered to go through the original records with her first. His voice was quieter and rougher than usual. “Evelyn. Can you talk right now?”

“Then maybe we should look there.” I nodded. The old study had been searched before, but not for my mother’s belongings. We had focused on Nexus records, hidden accounts and the documents linked to Julian. I reached for my phone. A message from the investigator was waiting. We have located a record for Evelyn Shaw. She was not listed as a Nexus employee. We are checking her connection to your family. I read it twice. Elena watched my face. “What is it?” “They found her.” “Who is she?”

I recognized the face from the private archive. Evelyn followed my gaze. “My daughter,” she said. “Is she alive?” “Yes.” “Does she know about the babies?” Evelyn looked away. “She knows some of it.” “Then tell me what you know.” She sat opposite me and folded her hands. “I worked in Edward Blackwood’s private legal archive. My job was to maintain records that were not part of the ordinary company files. I had access to documents concerning family trusts, private settlements, and confidential identities.”

“Eve, how do you know that?” “Because Evelyn told me.” “When?” “Before the first world.” Original Ethan's face changed. “That's impossible. Evelyn died before the first apocalypse.” Eve shook her head. “You keep confusing death with disappearance.” Cold silence fell over the chamber. Then the terminal beeped. INCOMING MESSAGE. SOURCE: EVELYN CARTER. My heart lurched. “No.” The message opened by itself. Evelyn appeared. Not the younger woman. The woman I remembered. My mother. Hair streaked with gray. Tired eyes. Looking straight at me with an expression that made my throat close.