Evelyn’s POV
I must have been off for hours. I blinked fully awake to find myself in an almost empty room, with just a bed. The window drapes were half open, a tray with covered dishes sat at the corner of the room, on a small stool. It took a full minute for my brain to register. I remembered entering my apartment and getting attacked from behind, with a piece of clothing pushed to my nose.
Who could have done that? Charlie? I couldn't think of any other person that would have access into my apartment. Where was this place? And if it was Charlie, why would he kidnap me? My head was pounding and my tongue tasted bitter. Did he drug me? For how long have I been sleeping? The questions kept coming and I couldn't provide answers to them.
I managed to pull myself out of the bed, limping to
