Evelyn had done everything she could to regain her strength. She had taken a long, hot shower, letting the water wash away the exhaustion clinging to her skin. She had forced herself to eat, even though every bite tasted like nothing. She needed energy. She needed to be ready.
It was five o'clock. She stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, watching the golden glow of the setting sun bleed into the horizon. The world outside seemed so close, yet impossibly far.
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