THE GIRL WHO RETURNED

Evelyn’s POV

It was warm.

That was the first thing I noticed.

A soft warmth, like sunlight on my face. But I knew I wasn’t outside. The air didn’t smell like earth or trees. It smelled clean. Too clean. Sterile.

I tried to move my hand.

It felt heavy.

Like my bones were made of stone.

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