Chapter Thirty-Nine

Upon seeing Eva Sinclair, it was clear that life had not treated her well. At 43, she appeared significantly older. Once, Eva had been striking with her tall 5.8 feet stature and her well-proportioned figure. Her blonde hair had cascaded in waves down to her waist, and her blue eyes shone brightly, even on the times when she was under the influence. Now, the situation was starkly different.

Eva was still tall, but she had gained weight, particularly around her midsection, a feature that usually wouldn’t be a concern. However, looking at Eva, it was evident that her lifestyle choices, including heavy drinking, had taken their toll, as seen by her enlarged stomach. Moreover, her skin had lost its vitality, and her once vivid eyes now lacked their shine that Cat remembered.

Her once beautiful long hair was now gone, replaced by short, teased clumps that had lost their blonde hue replaced with a yellowish tinge. Cat thought that smoking had finally taken its toll. A suspicion confirmed whe