Chapter 29
**Evangeline's POV**
My legs give out three blocks from home. One moment I'm walking on shaking knees, the next I'm on my hands and knees on the sidewalk, vomiting nothing but bile. My stomach clenches and twists like someone's wringing it out like a dirty rag.
The sun beats down on my back, but I can't stop shivering. Every part of me hurts - my head pounds like a drum, my throat feels raw from screaming, and my hands won't stop trembling. The sixteen hours in that storage room broke something inside me, and I don't know how to put it back together.
People walk past me like I'm invisible. A woman in jogging clothes steps around me without slowing down. A man walking his dog crosses to the other side of the street. Nobody stops. Nobody asks if I need help.
I'm alone. Just l
