Evelyn's POV
My chest tightened.
She wasn’t wrong.
In the past month alone, I had lost nearly five kilograms—partly because of Sebastian, partly because of the long hours, the fieldwork, the exhaustion, the way my life had quietly shifted back into something far more physically demanding than before.
“I’m… fine,” I said, forcing a smile that felt brighter than it should have been. “Really. You don’t need to worry. I’m doing what I love now.”
“I heard you went back to working with WHR,” she said, her eyes lighting up. “I’m so happy for you—your marriage is no longer your entire world. You’re going to do extraordinary things in the work you love.”
She took my hands in hers, her smile warm and genuine.
And for the first time that night—
something inside me felt steady again.
Thinking
