Chapter 118

• EVELYN
• I don’t know how long I’d been out. Seconds? Minutes? Days? Time had turned slippery, ungraspable. All I know is that I came back to myself in fragments like someone trying to piece together a shattered mirror while blindfolded.
• My mouth was dry, my lips chapped like parchment rubbed against gravel. Breathing felt like trying to suck air through a straw stuffed with cotton. But it wasn’t even my chest that hurt the most, it was my arms. They were literally screaming like two angry toddlers left in timeout too long.