THIRD PERSON POV
Evelyn froze. Her gaze snapped up, pupils wide like an animal’s. Then she screamed, sharp and guttural, her voice tearing through the air.
“Go away! Get out of my head!”
She grabbed the tray beside her and flung it with all the strength in her frail limbs. It hit the doorframe with a clang, splattering cold soup near the feet of her visitor.
But the visitor didn’t flinch.
Calmly, she took another step forward. “You can stop the chants, my dear. I believe you.”
Evelyn’s breath hitched. Her hand had reached for a cup, ready to hurl it, but at those words, it lowered slowly.
In the dim light, her eyelids fluttered. Once. Twice. Then a third time.
Disbelief washed over her face.
“You didn’t kill that b***h,” the woman said again, stepping closer. “I believe you.”
Ev
