Evangeline’s POV:
I’d be damned if I let my child live the same suffocating life I had to.
A life dictated by others. A life where freedom was a luxury, where making friends was a risk, where stepping outside without an escort was dangerous.
I wouldn’t let that happen.
The weight of my decision settled heavily on my shoulders, but I refused to second-guess myself. I exhaled deeply, forcing my nerves to steady before turning toward the wardrobe.
I needed to move.
I pulled out a simple white dress—flowy, loose-fitting, and utterly innocent-looking. The fabric slid over my skin as I tied my long platinum hair into a neat braid.
I had to keep looking normal. Composed.
Like I wasn’t planning to vanish forever.
Stepping toward the door, I pulled it open just as Hugo approached, pushin
