THE MORNING AFTER EVERYTHING

Evelyn’s POV

I woke to sunlight, not shadows.

Soft, golden light spilling across the bed, warming the sheets tangled at my waist. My hair was fanned over the pillow, still damp at the ends. My body ached, but not in the way that worried me.

It was the good kind.

The kind that made me want to stretc...

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