Then, Linda had come back into my life. She arrived out of nowhere, seemingly out of kindness. I hadn’t seen her in years—not since she’d left after her scandalous out-of-wedlock pregnancy. She’d always refused to say who the father was. It all made sense now. I just hadn’t connected the dots.
Linda had paid for Emily’s treatment, but it was too late. Emily slipped away before we could save her.
In my grief, I had trusted Linda’s suggestion to donate Emily’s organs. I thought it would give my daughter’s death meaning. But it had all been part of their sick, twisted plot.
Evelyn's POV
Years passed in a blur, each day heavier than the last. My life had crumbled, reduced to sweeping floors and scrubbing tiles in a mall that once felt beneath me. The years of struggle had hardened me, but nothing could have prepared me for what I saw that day.
Bent over with a mop in hand, I heard a familiar laugh. My blood turned to ice as I slowly raised my head. There, just a few feet away, was William. He was supposed to be dead, yet there he stood, alive and well, looking almost exactly as he had years ago—smug, carefree, and untouched by the wreckage he'd left in his wake.