Evelyn POV

Kelsey was already dressed in her training gear, her hair tied back in a tight ponytail, every strand perfectly in place. Kelsey had an uncanny ability to look put-together at any hour of the day, a skill I envied, especially when I caught a glimpse of my own reflection in the small mirror by the window. My hair was a tangled mess.

“Give me ten minutes,” I grumbled, reaching for the comb.

Kelsey’s laughter followed me into the tiny bathroom as I ...