This couple was about the same age as her own parents. For months, they had begged her to save their daughter, promising her anything she could possibly want if she agreed to the surgery. And her own family? They knew she was barely surviving—haunted and broken, even attempting to end her life—and yet, they said nothing.
And Christopher, her fiancé? He likely wished she’d vanish sooner rather than later.
The doctor’s question about discussing the surgery with her family? Pointless. She hadn’t told anyone. This was her decision alone. But what did it matter? She didn’t care to keep going.
Fighting the sting of tears, Evelyn reached out and helped the couple to their feet. “Don’t worry. Since I’ve signed the contract, I’ll follow through.”
“Boom! Crackle!”
Just as her words fell, brilliant fireworks burst across the night sky outside the window. Colors exploded in dazzling patterns, painting the darkness with celebration.
The timing couldn’t have been more cruel. It felt as though the city itself was celebrating the couple’s victory—their daughter’s salvation.