Saturday evening arrived with a mix of warmth and dread for Evelyn. She dressed simply — a soft beige sweater and dark jeans — something that felt like her old self. Security followed discreetly in another car as she made her way back to Willowbrook, the quiet residential quarter where she had grown up.
The moment she stepped into her parents’ home, the familiar smells of home-cooked lasagna and garlic bread wrapped around her like a comforting blanket. Her mother pulled her into a tight hug immediately.
“Evelyn! We’ve missed you so much,” Maria said, holding her at arm’s length. “You look tired, sweetheart. Is the new job too demanding?”
“I’m okay, Mom. Just adjusting,” Evelyn replied, forcing a bright smile.
Zara arrived shortly after and nearly tackled her in excitement. “Finally! I
