Chapter 27
The room went completely silent.
Evelyn couldn't breathe.
Her eyes remained locked on the television screen.
On her father.
Bound to a chair.
Bruised.
Blood stained the collar of his shirt while harsh overhead lights cast shadows across his exhausted face.
For a terrifying second, Evelyn forgot everyone else existed.
Forgot Damian.
Forgot Serena.
Forgot the safehouse.
Forgot the pain in her shoulder.
All she could see was her father.
Alive.
But barely.
"Dad..."
The whisper broke from her lips before she could stop it.
The man on the screen slowly lifted his head.
His face was swollen.
One eye nearly shut.
Yet somehow he still looked like the father who used to braid her hair when she was little.
The father who made pancakes every Saturday after her mother d
