Evlyn's POV
I stepped into the room after changing into fresh clothes, the heaviness of the recent events weighing on me like a suffocating shroud. Sitting on the bed, I leaned against the headboard, my mind a tumultuous sea of emotions.
Not long ago, Shayirah had come to my room, a rare display of concern that I had brushed aside with my silence and apathy. I couldn't help but reflect on my own reactions and what had snapped inside me to render me so weak and vulnerable.