Evalyn gazed at her caregivers, her face a mixture of surprise and disbelief; the fearless leader everyone had come to know was nowhere to be found. Anxiety surged through her, uncertain about how others would perceive her now. She was, after all, a ruthless woman responsible for countless deaths.
Would they still accept her?
A woman with auburn hair, dressed in a solid green blouse, stood before her, brown eyes filled with tears and trembling as she stared at the apprehensive blonde. "Oh, sweetheart," she sobbed, embracing her tightly. "You don't have to justify anything to me; I'll always love you."
Tears streamed down Evalyn's cheeks as she hugged the woman with overwhelming gratitude.
"Is that what you were worried about?" a man with a neatly trimmed, graying beard and a gentle expression inquired. "All we've heard is how many lives you've saved—even our own. Liz and I are proud of your accomplishments and joy that you're alive, regardless of the means it took."
