It was late evening by the time Evangeline stirred from her long daze. The meadow had grown dim, shadows lengthening like weary sighs across the grass. Without realizing it, she had seated herself upon the same rock where she'd first seen Lord Hades's carriage.
Perhaps some part of her had been waiting, hoping, that it would appear again, that he might pass through this lonely place as he once did. At that moment, she longed for anyone who wasn't Milo, Serena, Adrian, or even her own parents.
She thought of Madam Trevor for a moment, dear, kind Madam Trevor. But how could she possibly confess her pain to the old woman? Milo was her grandson. It would be cruel to burden her heart with the truth.
