Eve
I blinked, her words sinking deep—like a balm and a wound at the same time.
I was not the girl I was before.
I had a voice now. I had strength. And even if no one ever gave me the benefit of the doubt, I would give it to myself.
When Amelia returned from the bathroom, she found me sitting a little straighter, my breathing even. I still didn't know what I was going to do—but I knew I had to at least ask.
She sat back down with a warm hum, folding her legs beneath her. "Better?"
I gave a slight nod. "Trying."
She waited. Patient. Unpressing.
"Can I ask you something?" I said finally, voice hoarse. "Something weird."
Her brow rose. "You may. And weird is sort of my specialty."
"I've been thinking," I murmured, watching the way the light hit the screen of the phone. "About evil."
Amelia glanced at me, her expression unreadable. "That's a loaded topic."
I gave a dry smile. "Isn't it?"
She didn't interrupt, so I went on, voice low, slow.
