Thankfully, the house was dark and death-quiet when Evan re-entered. She was grateful to avoid the conversation that her appearance would undoubtedly spark with any member of her family besides maybe Marcus. A banana loaf sat on a cooling rack in the kitchen, diffusing comforting sweetness into the air. Evan showered quickly, scouring the soot and mud off her skin until it was raw and the only remaining blemishes were the many cuts and scrapes she had sustained throughout the evening. Evan shuffled into her bedroom in a towel then put on her favourite pyjamas, slippers and a dressing gown. Sleep was out of the question.
Evan was sitting on her bed, fiddling with her bracelet and staring into space when she noticed how hungry she was. She got to her feet and padded downstairs to the kitchen. The lights were on over the counter casting a warm but muted glow across the middle of the room. Suzanne looked up from her book and gave a small smile. An empty wine glass stood in front of her, tinged pink.
(the note)
(shit)
"Mum-" Evan said. "I was going to- I'm going tomorrow morning."
Her mother nodded and slid a bookmark in to mark her place before she closed her book.
"Did you read the note?" Evan asked. Suzanne was just looking at her fondly. "Mum?"
"I'll make some hot-chocolate," Suzanne said. She got up, pushed her chair in, and set about heating the milk. "You hungry?"
"I-"
"I'll get you some banana bread."
"Okay."
Evan took her grandad's seat at the dining table while her mother bustled around the kitchen. Suzanne was still in her day clothes. She always changed from the bubble-gum diner uniform into something 'presentable' as soon as she got home. Even though the only new person she was likely to be presented to was the postman.
Evan yawned widely and raked her fingers through her damp hair.
"Cover your mouth, Ev, I can see your brains."
Evan had finished yawning by the time her words had sunk in but she managed a small smile. The scolding echoed of something from long ago, long before they took off on a one-way plane journey to America and watched Evan's childhood shrink into nothing along with the patchwork fields of home.
Suzanne placed a steaming mug and plate of cake in front of Evan then sat down and reopened her book. She slowly turned pages until Evan's plate was cleared and mug half-empty. Then she shut her book, keeping her page with her thumb.
"Mum I-" Evan started. The hot drink's warmth was flowing through her body to the very tips of her fingers.
"Go to bed, Evan."
"But- in the morning I'm-"
"Get some sleep."
"...okay."
Evan went upstairs with the rest of her hot-chocolate, lay down underneath her duvet and somehow, slept.
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Thanks for reading the penultimate chapter! Time flies right? And what a journey it's been.
Love always,
-pinknaails
xx
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