~Evelyn~

I could feel my soul leaving my body with every conscious minute. It felt like I was drying out from the inside, and no matter how much water I drank, I could never be sated. My life was slipping right through my fingers. Anne was beside me; she was very apprehensive and kept checking my pulse to make sure I had one.

"Anne, am I dying?" I asked her.

"I don't know, Evelyn. I just hope my brother is successful; if not..." Her voice trailed off; her hands were shaking too. It has ...