Chapter 411

Evelina

I filled the kettle, set it on the stove, and watched the blue flame flicker beneath it. Tea. Because that's what responsible adults did when they couldn't sleep, right? Made tea and pretended it helped.

The kettle whistled. I poured hot water over a chamomile tea bag, watching it steep as the water turned pale gold. Steam curled upward, disappearing into the dark kitchen.

I carried the mu