Chapter 25

• IN THE early hours of the following morning, Evelyn slid off the deserted bed. She felt better but a little sour and weak. Naturally, her slender feet carried her to the kitchen.
• She'd literally eaten nothing throughout the previous day, besides the occasional sips of lemonades and energetic drinks.
• The smell of bacon and scrambled eggs filled her nostrils as she got to the kitchen's doorway. They were her favorite and on a normal occasion, her appetite and palate would jump for joy at such aromatic deliciousness, but for some bizarre reasons, she felt disgusted looking at the meal.