Chapter 222 What Do You Think You've Uncovered

EVELYN The weight on my chest lifted, and the bitter bile threatening to rise in my throat was replaced by a sweet, honeyed liquid. The painful symphony of sounds—the agony woven through them—faded into the background. I wanted to open my eyes, to see if they had seized the chance to take Frank down, if Augus had been stopped, if anything had been resolved. I wanted to call out to them, but I was too drained, too exhausted to move. My eyelids felt as though they were glued shut, and the weight of sleep was all-consuming, tugging me under.