Eve
It was opened quietly for me and I found myself hesitating before I stepped in. I made sure I made minimal noise. The darkness of the room was overwhelming, as though no light dared to enter.
The room smelled of her—the scent I had caught in the garden when I had ordered her to be taken to the Tower: ash and the dull tang of despair.
I held my breath so I could hear hers. Her form was splayed out on the queen-sized bed, not like the patients in hospitals who assumed the controlled positions of corpses.
I smiled then. Some things never changed. I would recognize my sister anywhere.
Her breathing was even, chest rising and falling slowly. The file suddenly felt even heavier in my hands, and I knew it was time I left.
Hesitantly, I turned on my heel.
"Evie?"
I startled, frozen where I stood. With a click, more light flooded the room as she turned on the bedside lamp.
"Is that you?" Her voice had a tremor.
