"I'm not blind, Eve. Or stupid." Margaret reached out and took her hand. "You look different. Not just physically, though that's remarkable...you're glowing, sweetheart. Actually glowing, like there's light under your skin. But it's more than that. You're... restless. Like you can't settle. Can't focus. Like part of you is somewhere else."
"I'm fine," Eve said automatically.
"You're not fine. You're..." Margaret paused, searching for words. "You're like someone in withdrawal. Like an addict who needs a fix."
The words hit too close to home. Because that's exactly how Eve felt. Her skin was too tight, too hot. Her body ached in ways that had nothing to do with soreness and everything to do with absence. She was hungry, but not for food. Restless but not tired. Everything felt wro
