#Chapter 17
Evelyn
Memories are so powerful. It takes just one to slide into your mind for an army of them to follow. Your thoughts, ideas, plans–practically everything fades into obscurity when you begin to remember. One after another, flashback of reels and photo albums play in your mind, each memory kindling a different emotion.
That's how I find myself in my office on Monday. My laptop is open in front of me, but I'm somewhere else, stuck in another time and feeling emotions long past.
Warren has appeared twice in my life now and so far he's done nothing but coil bitterness inside of me. The venom that flows in my blood never dissolves or slips through the front I put up–I never let it.
The cold and silent side of me doesn't exist anymore. Long gone are the days I acted with brutality and animosity. That's not who I am. Not anymore.
