There was a time before her mom was deemed 'crazy' where the two of them had sat in the living room and just talked. It was probably Evelyn's favorite memory of Vivian. The two of them sat there for hours, talking about what they wished to see in the future or what they wished they had changed, what they hoped to do before they died, and what the babies' names were going to be.
Evelyn barked out a laugh, causing Vivian to give her a look of confusion and concern. Running her fingers through her brown hair, Evelyn tucked it behind her ear before looking at her mom with a bright smile.
"So," She giggled, "If you end up having twin girls, are you going to name them Dawn and Sunshine?"
The look her mother gave her caused Evelyn to burst out in laughter again with Vivian soon following her. Wiping the tears from her eyes, Vivian shook her head and took her youngest's hand with a smile.
"Please, there is no way that we will be naming them that. Especially after seeing you and your sister's personality." Vivian teased and Evelyn couldn't get the smile to leave her face.
This was one of the rare moments where Evelyn actually felt connected to her mother, like they were more alike than they led others to believe. All her life, people her believe that she was more like her father just because she looked like him but the more time she spent with her mom, the more she felt like her personality matched hers.
"Have you thought of any names?" Evelyn asked and laughed when Vivian's face dropped.
"Well," Vivian drawled, shifting so that both her hands covered her round stomach, "I like the names, Jeffery and Eleanor."
"I like the name Michael," Evelyn spit out before she could stop herself. Turning to look at her mom and gage her reaction, she continued, "I've always wanted to name my kid that."
Vivian looked at her oddly, "Then why don't you."
"I just think it's a better name for my brother," Evelyn shrugged.
"Michael," Vivian tested out the name as she slowly rubbed her stomach, "I guess we'll have to see."
That was the last sane conversation Evelyn had with her mom before she was sent to the psychiatric ward. Currently, however, her dad was trying to drag Violet out of the house with Evelyn following behind them, the two of them trying to get their dad to let them stay home.
She hadn't known at first that Violet already knew the rules of the house and that's why she and Tate had been talking so frequently. When she went to confront Violet about the being dead shit, Violet was quick to tell her that she had already known… and had known for a while. She also explained that that was the reason why she had lied about what happened with their mom because she knew that they would've been found out if they had left the house.
"No more, Violet." Their dad thundered, sick of Violet's excuses of why she couldn't leave, "Your mom's coming home, and you're coming with me to get her." Ben's eyes flashed towards Evelyn's figure, "You too, Evelyn."
"Dad, please, I don't feel well," Violet whined as she tried to resist Ben's grip on her arm, grasping Evelyn's hand—who was secretly acting like an anchor and the two down.
"Dad, I don't think it's smart to take a sick person into a psychiatric ward," Evelyn said, leaning back as she tried to use her body to stop them, "It will just create a huge mess of sick people and then they'll have to go on a lockdown cause everyone's sick-"
"Evelyn, enough," Ben roared as he managed to pull the two of them out the door, "Violet, you can lay down in the car. Evelyn, you can make sure Violet doesn't throw up. And when we get home, pack up your things. We're leaving this house for good."
"What?" Both Violet and Evelyn blanched.
"You guys are back together?" Violet asked, stumbling over a twig and causing Evelyn to fall to the ground at the sudden weight loss.
"I don't know yet," Ben grumbled as he checked over his shoulder to make sure that Evelyn was okay, "Your mom wants to go to Aunt Jo's to give birth and I'm supporting it."
"No, you don't want to do this," Violet pleaded in a low voice, causing Ben to stop and look at the two of them, exasperation written clearly on his face.
"Guys, your mother's been locked in a psych ward for weeks," Ben exclaimed. He didn't understand why his daughters were being so difficult, especially at the thought of leaving the house. He thought that for sure they would want to go see their mom, seeing as she had always been the twos favorite parent, "I won't let her stay there for another minute. Are you going to get in the car or am I going to have to make you?"
Both girls stood there, not moving.
"My God, guys. What is wrong with you?" Ben grabbed their arms before shoving them into the car, "Get in the car. Your mother wants to see you."
"I'm gonna throw up," Violet shouted as Evelyn scooched to the other side of the car, sitting behind the passenger's seat. When Ben didn't respond, Violet pouted, "Fine. I'll lay down."
Shifting her body, Violet made sure to rest her head in Evelyn's lap and grab her sister's hand, squeezing it tightly. The two of them weren't scared to leave, they were scared to see how their parents would react to their sudden disappearance. Would they leave the house? Would they leave them?
Squeezing her eyes shut and lowering her head, Evelyn counted to three before opening her eyes and watching her dad's car drive away, Violet standing beside her.
"What's going to happen when they get back?" Violet asked Tate, who was sitting on Evelyn's bed and typing on her laptop. Evelyn made her way over to the bed before sitting next to Tate and peering over his shoulder, wanting to see what exactly he was doing, "What do I say?"
"We could always say that we were working on a new magic trick," Evelyn said and shrugged when Violet glared at her.
A laugh escaped Evelyn's lips as she stared at the computer screen and Tate looked at her in confusion, Violet ignoring the two of them as she tried to formulate a way to explain what happened to her parents.
"It's Y-O-U," Evelyn fixed, "Not 'U'."
"Oh," Tate said, smiling at the fact that he had gotten her to laugh, and quickly retyped the website name.
"If they find out I killed myself, they'll go insane," Violet muttered as she collapsed on the bed, next to Evelyn.
"Dude, if they find out that we're both dead, they'll go insane." Evelyn corrected and shuddered as she imagined her parents' reaction, "And no psychiatric hospital would be able to help them this time."
"Well you can't control forever," Tate muttered, turning his head to look at Evelyn and she met his gaze, "I mean, it is what it is, guys."
"One day these computers will be obsolete. People will have microchips implanted in their brains or something. We won't be able to watch YouTube or anything." Violet rambled before her face dropped and her eyes glazed over, "We'll be like all the others here. Prisoners in a windowless cell. Who's gonna show me the new news of the world?"
"We're stuck." Evelyn agreed, her eyes staring far off in the distance "We're stuck in a place where nobody's ever happy."
"Yeah, but they're not like us. They're lonely." Tate slid his hand into Evelyn's, "We have each other."
"We'll never have kids," Evelyn whispered to herself, lost in her own world and not knowing that Tate heard her, an unknown fire burning in his eyes.
~8~
The sound of baby music is what caught her attention and, before she knew it, she was out of bed and heading towards the nursery, Violet and Tate behind her. Evelyn scoffed at the sight that was before her and rolled her eyes.
"Yams?"
"Who asked you to decorate the nursery?" Evelyn and Violet asked at the same time as they both crossed their arms.
"Your mother didn't have any potatoes," Chad snipped at Evelyn before turning his glare to Violet, "Let me break it down for you, sweetheart. This is our house, and we're having twins."
"Who's your surrogate?" Evelyn asked, "One of those nurses in the basement or did one of Patrick's 'friends' have a sister or wife?"
"You little bitch," Patrick seethed but Evelyn and Chad both ignored him.
"No, no." Chad shrugged as he made his way towards Evelyn and Violet, "A very, very human surrogate, Elvira. Your lovely mother."
"You think you're gonna steal those twins?" Tate cockily asked, lightly nudging Evelyn so that she was behind him. "You pathetic homos couldn't steal the shit out of your own ass."
Patrick and Chad started to chuckle before Violet cut them off, a dead look in her eyes, "You know what? It doesn't matter. As soon as my parents get back, we're leaving here. They're leaving. So knock yourselves out."
"Honey," Chad sighed dramatically, "Your parents aren't going anywhere as long as the two of you are stuck here."
"Don't get snooty," Patrick sneered, "As soon as they get here, you'll be begging to babysit. As big as this place is, it does get very, very lonely."
"It could get ugly, though." Chad turned back to look at them, and Evelyn rolled her eyes at his pathetic attempt to scare her, "Were you a C-section?"
"We're twins," Evelyn snapped, "Of course we were. Do you think our mom is that crazy?"
"Then I guess there's a zipper we can use," Chad smirked cruelly and Evelyn had to grab Violet's wrist to stop her from lunging forward.
"Watch it, you Goddamn queen," Tate snapped, and both Evelyn and Chad were surprised at his protectiveness. Evelyn knew that he was a bit…possessive of her, but she didn't think that he'd defend her mom. She guessed Chad thought the same.
"Oh, I am quaking in my loafers," Chad's voice dripped with sarcasm, "What are you gonna do? Murder me?"
~8~
"Evelyn!" Evelyn shot up from her bed at the sound of dad's voice and the approaching footsteps. She had been lying there for over two hours while Tate and Violet conjured up a way for them to stay in the house. Evelyn offered to help, but Tate had pointed out the fact that if all three of them got involved, Chad and Patrick were going to suspect something. A shrill shriek left Evelyn's lips as her dad slammed the door open and marched towards her, "Your sister is spewing nonsense. Get your bags. We're leaving now."
Evelyn scrambled up from her bed and grabbed her dad's arm right before he could grab the bag that rested at the end of her bed.
"Good," Evelyn said, "You need to get out of here. You need to take mom and go as far away from this place as possible."
Ben ripped his wrist from his daughter's grasp and stared at her like she had grown a third head, "What is with you girls? First Violet says she's dead and can't leave, and now you're refusing to leave too."
"That's because she is dead… we're both dead." Evelyn said, her voice dropping to a whisper as she finally admitted that she was dead.
"Evelyn, that's enough!" Ben roared. Grabbing her arm, he yanked her out into the hallway before grabbing Violet and pulling the two down the stairs, "I am done with your games. We are leaving this house."
"I took some pills," Violet confessed, her filling with tears as she finally told her dad that she had killed herself. "Evelyn tried to save me but slipped in the shower and hit her head. I didn't mean to kill myself."
Ben jerked to stop and stared at his two daughters, confusion, sadness, and anger swirling around in his eyes as he searched Violet's, looking for any sign that she might be on drugs. Evelyn's face remained blank as he searched her eyes for an answer to the news they were finally sharing; but, what emotions could she convey?
"Ben!" Evelyn's head snapped to look towards the front door before their dad dragged them down the stairs. Evelyn's eyes widened with horror as she stared at the clear liquid that stained the floor beneath Vivian. It's too early, Evelyn's thought as she stared at her withering mom, the babies aren't gonna make it. She's three months early, "The babies are coming."
Evelyn couldn't seem to move. She stared at the people rushing around her almost as though she were in a trance. Ben rushed Vivian to the living room while Constance closed the door, Violet following the three adults. But still, Evelyn couldn't seem to move. Her body felt abnormally heavy… like she was made of lead, and her mind felt like she was floating on clouds.
This was all too familiar.
She didn't how long she stayed there, staring at the room and waiting to wake up from this nightmare. When Violet rushed towards her and grabbed her arms, she didn't hear the words that were coming out of her mouth. Uselessly, she let Violet pull her to the basement and watched as she pulled out a wristwatch and a ring from her pocket.
"It's all part of Tate's plan," Violet explained to Evelyn as she chucked in the ring into the burning furnace, "They're remnants of Chad and Patrick. If we burn them, then they'll have to leave and Mom and Dad won't have to worry about them trying to steal the baby."
Evelyn nodded and watched as Violet threw in the wristwatch, the hairs on the back of her neck prickling as though someone was watching them.
"What exactly do you think you're doing, young lady?" Violet head whipped around to see Chad standing there with a pile of red painted sticks in his hands, "Is that my twelve thousand watch that you're putting into the furnace?"
"Croatoan," Violet shouted, not bothering to answer Chad, and Evelyn looked at her in confusion. She had no idea why Violet was screaming the only valuable clue about the lost colony of Roanoke to Chad.
"Um, Vi?" Evelyn asked. Violet, however, ignored her sister before shouting the word twice more. Evelyn watched in horror as Chad dropped the sticks he was carrying as his body convulsed, almost like he was having a seizure. Stopping suddenly, Chad smiled and laughed, bending down and picking up a stick.
"So where'd you get that one?" Chad asked, walking towards Violet and holding the stick out threateningly. Evelyn subconsciously stepped in front of her sister, ready to take any harm that could befall her, "That press-on nail psychic who was here earlier? I mean, really? The Roanoke spell? Please, tell me you'll be slitting the throat of a chicken next because I've always found that very dramatic. I also quite enjoy the burning of the sage to rid the house of spirits."
"It didn't work," Violet's said, her voice and eyes echoing with defeat.
"Of course it didn't work." Chad rolled his eyes at the naivety of the two girls in front of him, "It's bullshit. It's all bullshit. People make up these spells and chants in order to feel like they're in control. Well, guess what. They're not. Never have been."
The two girls jumped as a ringing crack echoed throughout the room and Evelyn looked down to see the shattered stick. Tilting her head, she realized that she recognized that design. It was from the crib… the crib that Patrick had painted red.
"What are you doing?" Evelyn asked. She had thought that everything between the two of them was fine. They had seemed to be getting along much better the last time she had seen them together.
"My own bullshit ritual," Chad said through gritted teeth. Evelyn and Violet watched as he bent down to pick up another piece of the crib, "There's not gonna be any nursery. We're not gonna be parents."
He slammed the piece against his knee, breaking it and tossing it into the fire, "Your mother's babies are safe. From us, at least."
Evelyn tilted her head as she stared at, what she realized was, a broken man. A man who just wanted back the love he gave. Granted, she did hate him for planning to steal her siblings, but she couldn't help but pity him. It must hurt to realize that someone will never love you as much as you love them.
"I'm doomed to spend eternity with a man who doesn't love me. Of course, it could be worse." And Evelyn was shocked to see his gaze was directly on her, his eyes burning with the fire, "Your man loves you, but he'll always be a monster."
"What do you mean?" Evelyn questioned, her eyes narrowing. "He's changed. He told me he's changed and I've seen the change."
But have you? A voice challenged in the back of her head but she ignored it.
Chad raised his eyebrow and smirked at her words, "When did he change? When he murdered me?"
Evelyn felt her heart begin to race at the slow, daunting tone in Chad's voice. The way his eyes seemed to gleam with a twisted happiness, and an aura of calmness around him only heightened her suspicion. Evelyn bumped Violet back gently as she took a step back, wanting to keep her sister away from this man and to give her the best protection if he lashed out. Behind her, she could feel Violet's anxiety and confusion when Violet placed a slightly trembling hand on her shoulder.
"When he murdered my boyfriend?"
A groan from Vivian could be heard and it only increased the anxiety that was building up from the situation.
"Or did he change…" Chad took a step forward and tilted his head, twisted happiness emitting through his eyes, "When he raped your mother?"
Evelyn struggled breath as she felt all the air leave her body. She felt Violet let out a sharp gasp, but Evelyn felt numb. She could feel the anger rolling off Violet, but Evelyn… Evelyn couldn't feel anything. It was almost like she had expected this, in some odd, sick way.
"What?" Violet breathed, "No, that's a lie."
"Is it?" Chad challenged, and Evelyn shook her head. Not wanting to believe him, but knowing deep down that it was true. It was true and it made sense. Why he was so protective of the babies, why he didn't want them to leave. It wasn't for her, it was for his child. A child he conceived with her mom… a child her created by raping her mom.
Evelyn felt like she was going to throw up. Her heart was pounding, her head was pounding, she didn't want to believe, she wanted to refuse to believe… she wanted to die. She wanted to die and never come back. She didn't want to see Tate's face again. He had lied to her. He hurt her mother in an unspeakable way, had been the reason why Violet was encouraged to kill herself; and she wanted to kill him. She wanted him to feel how she felt, she wanted him to want death. To crave it.
Her mom's shrill scream echoed through the basement and Chad smiled, "I think you're about to find out."
~8~
"Mom," Violet called, Evelyn standing next to her as the two stood next to their dad, the two gripping one another's hand as though they were each other's life support. Evelyn's heart hurt, and she felt like she was dying all over again. Except for this time, it hurt. It hurt so much more than the first. The coolness of a tear was something Evelyn normally found comforting in times of sadness or anger, but this time it didn't. It didn't feel like anything.
"Violet, Evelyn," Her mom smiled at them and Violet let out a choked sob as she watched the light in her mother's eyes slowly fade. She didn't her to die. She didn't want her mommy to be stuck here forever. Stuck in this house of hell where she would have to see her rapist—the person who caused her death—everyday.
"I'm sorry I didn't go see you at the hospital," Violet sniffed, a tear falling. "I wanted to but I couldn't. We couldn't."
"You're here now." Vivian breathed and more tears streaked down Evelyn's face at the sound of her mother's voice. It was so weak… so helpless and vulnerable. "That's all that matters."
"Vivian, listen to me." Ben pleaded as he grasped his wife's hand, "Concentrate on my words. We can be happy, honey. Before my mistakes. Before this house."
"It's okay, mom." Evelyn said, taking a shaky breath in as her mom looked at her, helplessly, "If you're in pain, it's okay to let go."
"I don't think I have a choice," Vivian admitted and Evelyn's lower lip trembled.
"Don't give up, Vivian." Her dad cried, and Evelyn's heart broke a little more at how broken he sounded. He couldn't survive without their mom, everyone knew that. He just never wanted to admit his weakness, "Stay with me."
"Come to this side," Violet shakily coaxed, not wanting to tell her mom to stay, but knowing she had nowhere else to go and wanting to make it easier for her, "Let go. You can be with me and Eve. You can be with us."
"Don't die." Ben pleaded. "Don't die on me, Vivian. We can still have a life together. We can still be happy."
A wail left Evelyn's lips as she watched her mom's head lazily drooped to the side, and Evelyn knew that she was gone. Pushing away from Violet's hug, Evelyn raced up the staircase. She had something to take care of and she didn't care who she hurt until it was taken care of.
She found him lying on her bed, clutching her blanket. She felt no pity for him, no love. She didn't care how badly she was going to hurt, how much he was going to cry, or how many pieces his heart may shatter into. He hurt her family more than once, and she was done. She knew that he could sense her presence and when he got up and smiled at her, she stared him blankly.
"Tragedy knows no boundaries," Evelyn recited, her face and voice void from any emotion, "Neither does pain or suffering. And they've never cared about who their victims are or what they've been through."
Tate looked at her confused, but she continued, "My mom is dead."
She watched as Tate's face dropped and he scooched forward. She found it hard not to lurch away, but she managed to stay her ground. Everything about him now utterly repulsed, and she didn't know what she ever found so attractive about him.
"I'm so sorry. I know you're close." Tate whispered and he reached out a hand to put on top of Evelyn's. But this time, she couldn't stop herself from jerking away. The thought of this…monster thinking it was okay to touch her after what he did to her mom. He stared at her in confusion as she took a few steps back.
"Yeah," Evelyn crossed her arms, "I had always been a 'daddy's girl' but ever since the affair, I seemed to have switch roles. But, my dad's down there all alone now. He doesn't have me, he doesn't have Violet, and now he doesn't have his wife."
When Tate got off the bed and stood in front of her, she stood her ground. She knew that he was going to try and use his height to intimidate her, but it wasn't going to work. She was too angry, too emotionally drained to care about him.
"That makes me sad. I like your dad." Tate slowly said, watching her like a wild animal, not knowing when she was going to attack, "He was nice to me."
"He's nice to all his patients. Even the ones who lie to him." Evelyn said, staring dully at Tate.
"What?" Tate questioned.
"Why made you start to see him in the first place? Constance thought you needed help?" Evelyn asked, matter-of-factly.
"I did. I do." Tate said, stumbling over his words.
"You knew you were dead." Evelyn hissed, not caring that Tate's eyes were starting to get red with tears and finding that the sight of him crying was bringing her joy.
"Yeah," Tate admitted.
"You know who those kids are."
"No." Tate rapidly shook his head with wide eyes, "No."
"Don't lie to me," Evelyn warned, her own eyes burning with tears. She was sick and tired of all these lies… of this made-up life he made her believe he had. "You know why you died?"
"The cops shot me," Tate shifted on his feet and Evelyn watched as his eyes drifted left. He was lying, "Right here in this room."
"I asked why. Not how. Why did you die? What made cops shoot you, Tate?" Evelyn challenged. She felt powerful. She had the situation in her hands and she was in control of it. Evelyn wasn't going to let him drop or change the subject, not this time.
Tate shook his head confusedly and, for a moment, he reminded Evelyn of a kid who got caught taking a cookie from the cookie jar, "I don't know."
"Yes, you do." Evelyn said with a sad smile before unleashing everything on him, "You murdered people, Tate. People who were our age, who were just like us. You knew who those kids were...the ones that chased you on Halloween. You knew what you did to them."
"Why would I do that?" Tate shakily asked as tears began to stream down his face and Evelyn shrugged boredly. "Why would I do that? Why would I do that?"
And just like that, Evelyn watched as Tate Langdon became undone right in front of her. The mental walls he put up to block what did and what he had done, collapsed, and before her stood a mess of a boy. A boy who could hardly call themselves a man.
"No," Tate sobbed, yelling not at Evelyn, but at himself, "Why would I do that?"
"I can't answer that. It's on you." Evelyn stated, the look in her eyes was unmerciful. In a way, she was enjoying watching Tate lose it. It made her feel like she was getting justice for everyone he had hurt, "Why'd you kill Chad and Patrick? Why would you rape my mother?"
A broken sob left Tate's lips at those words and he bent his head down as if he were collecting himself before looking up at her, a more controlled look in his eyes.
"I'm sorry." Evelyn shook her head at his words, a tear falling. As much as she abhorred Tate, there was a part of her that once loved him. And you can't take away those feelings as easily as you gain them. That's why it hurt so much: she had loved a man who raped her mother and killed sister, and she didn't leave him, "I'm sorry. I was different then."
"You think an 'I'm sorry' and an 'I was different then' is going to change my mind and make everything okay again? This isn't a fairytale." Evelyn scoffed, "You know, the moment I stepped foot in this house, there was this suffocating feeling darkness. I just passed it off and thought that it was because it was an old house where were murdered. But, Tate, you are the darkness. You are the evil that lives here and thrives on the misery and destruction of others."
Tate took a step back and shook his head, sniffling, "No. Before you, that's all there was. But when you came, you were like this beacon of light that pulled me away from it—the darkness. You've changed me, Evelyn."
"I believe you and I've seen your change," Evelyn said, watching as Tate's face lit up at her words, "But I'll never forgive you."
Tate's face dropped at her words and she watched as a fresh wave of tears fell down his cheeks and his lower lip trembled.
"I can't be with someone who drove my sister to kill herself and who raped and killed my mom." Evelyn shook her head and a tear streaked her flushed cheeks.
"No!" Tate cried.
"You did!" Evelyn shouted back, sick of Tate's constant denial of his actions. He needed to understand, he needed to know what he did was wrong and unforgivable. At the sound of her raised voice, Tate began to sob quietly, realizing that he truly lost Evelyn.
"I can't be with someone who caused my family pain and sorrow, and who left my dad to fend for himself," Evelyn stated and Tate looked at her in horror. "I won't be you. Not now and not ever."
"What are you saying?" Tate asked, following Evelyn forward with every step she took backward.
"Go away."
"What?" The panic and sadness in Tate's voice seemed to quell Evelyn's boiling blood. She knew it was sick and twisted that she was feeling satisfaction from this, but he had to learn… he had to leave her family alone. But it hurt. The fact that Tate seemed so childlike in this moment, like he didn't understand the consequences of his actions, made Evelyn pity him. "No, don't do this."
"Go away, Tate." Evelyn warned.
"You're all I want!" Tate wailed, his face scrunched up as tears streamed down his cheeks and hit the floor, "You're all I have!"
"Go away!" Evelyn screamed, squeezing her eyes shut as Tate continued to scream back at her. She didn't bother to open her eyes again until the room was silent and a peaceful eeriness seemed to surround her.
Evelyn let out a sob, all the emotions she had kept away finally hitting her. She didn't want Tate to go, but she couldn't be with someone like him. Someone who was so willing to hurt those she loved. What did that say about what she meant to him? He always said that he loved her, but when it came down to it, did he?
Shaking where she stood, Evelyn didn't bother moving when she felt reach grasp hers from behind her. She knew it wasn't Tate and if the person tried to kill her, what did it matter. She was already dead. The person, however, pulled Evelyn to their chest and Evelyn let out another sob as the familiar smell of her mom's perfume surrounded her. Evelyn leaned into her mom's arms. She didn't care if she was acting like a two-year-old or a kid. She just needed her mom.
"That was very brave." Her mom gently praised, keeping Evelyn tight in her arms, "I'm proud of you."
"Mom," Evelyn whimpered, ignoring her mother's gently hushing, "I'm so sorry. I'm sorry you had to die. I'm sorry you had to leave dad and that you lost your babies."
Pulling Evelyn away from her, Vivian brushed the hair from her face and gave her a soft smile. She couldn't help but pity her youngest daughter and everything she went through. Vivian knew that Evelyn wasn't going to be the same after this night, but she would willingly go to hell and back to make her daughter smile again. The sound of footsteps in the doorway caught Evelyn's attention and Evelyn watched as Violet made her way towards the two of them, wrapping her arms around Evelyn's shoulders and hugging her tightly
"But I didn't lose my babies." Vivian soothed, pulling her daughters close to her chest as they continued to cry and wondering why she couldn't have saved them first.
I literally cried so many times when writing this chapter.
Please review. This chapter was emotionally and mentally draining to write, and a little review would make my day.
Thanks,
Ana