EVELYN
I brought the cup of freshly made coffee to my face, taking the aroma into my nostrils. Coffee was great, no doubt, but it smelled way better than it tasted.
Karen had just made it— she was great at making coffee. I guess she had to since she was an addict.
She was now sitting next to me and I knew she was about to drill every bit of information in my little head until my feelings were flying here and there. To be honest, she had the merit to do so. She had been my closest friend since I was very little and we had gone through thick and thin together.
Of course, I had other close friends. But let's say, we were no longer close. Not everyone can forgive you for cutting them off for more than sixteen years. I couldn't blame them. Never had.
“Eve, you know I am doing this for
