She didn't speak to anyone. Not Ms. Lily. Not the guards. Not even the quiet maids who passed her room and paused, their hands hesitating near the door as if they could feel something wasn't right. Evelyn had locked herself in.
The world outside could keep spinning—she didn't care. Because inside her, everything had come to a stop. As if time itself had cracked open and swallowed her whole.
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