Evelyn
Staring in the mirror of my ensuite bathroom, I unbutton my top until my n*****s are barely covered, revealing the bandage on the wound where Sophia tried to stab my heart. With all the resting I’m supposed to be doing, there hasn’t been any sense in wearing a bra. Based on my current mental state, having gotten dressed at all feels like a giant feat.
It’s done. My whole plan failed. I’ll be stuck here forever now, and my mother will be consumed by her grief, fading into oblivion alone.
I pull tenderly at the corner of the bandage. Dr. Zorinski said I need to change it daily for the first week. I might be heartbroken at this turn of fate, but I don’t want my wound festering either.
I stop with just the corner of the bandage peeled back when a knock sounds on the door. My stomach
