The Broken Girl

Evelyn alighted the sleek black car. Her shoulders slouched and her expression was weary.

Ever so slowly, she turned to Joseph who bowed to her and climbed back into the Mercedes before disappearing in the dark leaving a thick cloud of smoke behind. He was also concerned for her as she hadn’t spoken a word to him during the ride which was so not like her but as per Xander’s order, he was told to send her back home. All he knew was that she wasn’t feeling well but Joseph also knew that that was not only the sole reason for her miserable state.

Clutching her purse tightly, Evelyn stared at her mansion waffling whether to get inside or not. But how long can she even hide away from the truth? With a heavy heart, she wobbled her way inside as the guards opened the door for her.

Throughout the day, her mind never drifted from Mr. Black’s demise, not even for once.

The reason Evelyn was afraid to return home was she had still one huge task weighing on her shoulders; she had to give this trag