Evelyn stood by the window, her hands resting lightly against the glass, her reflection staring back at her in a way that still felt unfamiliar. Not because she didn’t recognize herself—but because she did.

She looked whole.

Behind her, the apartment hummed with low activity. Carmen’s voice drifted from the kitchen, sharp and lively as ever, arguing with Reed about whether he was doing anything useful or simply occupying space. Reed, naturally, claimed he was being “emotionally ...