Evelyn’s POV
I finally finished unpacking the last of my boxes I’d packed during the move. I’d chosen to move back into my mother’s old room, wanting to have that connection. And I truly needed it at a time like this.
I hadn’t meant to let my resolve slip so easily with Katya. I’d spent years being the punchline to every single one of their taunting jokes and cutting remarks. They believed me to be nothing more than a doormat.
But they saw who I really was—what I really was. I’d never seen my stepmother’s eyes grow so wide in fear before. And to think that I was the one who caused it.
The corner of my mouth pulled into a smug smile at the thought.
Just one more night, I thought to myself.
One more night of having to endure the injustice and torture of having to put up with my stepf
