EVELYN'S POV:

As I sat on the couch, I couldn’t shake off the feeling of unease. Curiosity gnawed at me, and my mind raced with questions.

What are they hiding from me?

The uncertainty fueled my frustration and anger. If something serious was happening, why wasn’t I being informed?

I couldn’t help myself anymore. I needed answers. I need to know what happened to me.

That isn't too much of a request.

“Dad, please,” I said, trying to sound calm, though my voice betrayed me. “Someone tell me what’s going on.”

My dad stood and placed a hand on my shoulder. “Relax, dear. You just need to rest and eat...