Evaline:
The moment I opened the door and saw Mallory's face, I knew something was terribly wrong.
She was standing there like a ghost with red eyes and tear-streaked cheeks. Her lips were trembling as though she was holding herself together by a thread. Her clothes were slightly wrinkled, her hair tangled from tossing around, and the moment our eyes met, she looked away like she was ashamed to be seen.
I let her in and let out a sigh of relief when Oscar successfully slipped out of the room.
Mallory brushed past me with slow, uncertain steps. Her shoulders were curled inward as though they were carrying the weight of the world. I closed the door gently and followed her into the room.
