Evelyn Miller Author Novels & Stories

“You help him keep women locked up. You think that makes you better?” Evelyn didn’t flinch. “I survive. That’s the difference.” “For what?” Amira whispered. “Money? Power?” “No,” Evelyn said. “Because once upon a time, I was you. I was pregnant. I tried to run. And I lost everything.” That silenced the room. Amira’s voice was barely a whisper. “Your baby?” Evelyn nodded once. “Gone before it could scream.” Amira stared. “You stayed after that?”

“Perhaps I had someone watching her for her own protection.” “Don’t.” “Don’t what, Declan?” “Don’t lie to me in this room one more time.” My voice came out harder than I intended, years of restraint finally cracking under the weight of everything I’d learned in the past month. “I know about the loan. I know about the containment clause. I know Evelyn Ward’s death was staged and buried, and I know you’ve spent twenty-five years making sure nobody ever asked the questions Milly is asking right now.”