The sun slipped through the thick curtains of the safehouse, casting pale golden lines across the bed where Evelyn lay wide awake. Her eyes were open, staring at the ceiling but her mind was far away. The morning birds chirped softly outside, but inside her chest was a storm that refused to calm down.
She sat up slowly, rubbing her face with both hands. Her head felt heavy, like it was filled with stones. Her chest ached too,not from illness but from the growing pressure of guilt.
She looked to her side. Damien had already gotten up. She heard soft footsteps in the hallway, probably him walking up and down as he often did now.
Evelyn stood up and walked to the mirror. She stared at her reflection.
"You’re a liar," she whispered.
Her face looked tired, her eyes dull. She didn't look li
