Evelyn
I woke with a start at the insistent sound of the doorbell and heavy knocks on my door.
"My God, what’s all this for?" I murmured, rolling over in bed.
My chest was already racing even before I opened my eyes, a reflex of the constant tension that had been walking beside me these past days with every breath I exhaled. Golden rays of sunlight filtered through the slats of the blinds, announcing that it was already late morning or early afternoon.
For a moment, I considered simply closing my eyes until the unwanted visitor went away.
But the knocking persisted, growing louder. The doorbell became more insistent. Whoever was on the other side was pressing their damn finger on the bell on purpose so I would appear already.
Still sleepy, I stumbled to the chalet’s hallway in my paj
