Three months later
Evelynn stood at one of the employee bathroom sinks, slowly washing her hands while her gloves rested beside the faucet. Warm water flowed over her fingers as she stared at her reflection in the mirror.
Three months... The thought was still unreal.
The girl staring back at her barely resembled the one who had stumbled off the bus half-dead and broken. At the time, her only desperate hope was that Midas would never find her. Now she had a life.
The hollowness in her cheeks had filled out, her skin no longer pale and sickly, and the bruises that once marked her body had long since faded. Even the dark circles under her eyes had softened.
She pushed her glasses up the bridge of her nose and studied herself closely. She wasn’t sure whether this version of her was t
