Evelyn
The stream shows April moving through the hospital corridors, a gun gripped tightly in her hand. She walks calmly, deliberately, then turns into a ward—out of sight.
The live feed keeps rolling.
A single gunshot rings out.
Ryland switches the TV off.
The silence is immediate, crushing. All eyes turn to me.
I walk over, heart slamming in my chest, and grab the remote from Ryland’s hand. I turn the TV back on and start flipping through channels, frantic.
Ryland reaches for the remote again.
I snatch it away, clutching it like a lifeline.
I need to know.
I need to know what happened. Where Lana is. What April did. My mind races, fear sinking in cold and sharp. My body breaks out in a cold sweat, hands shaking as I flip past the channel, fingers too unsteady to stop fast enoug
