The room felt quiet except for the low hum of the refrigerator in the kitchen and the occasional creak of the old wooden floorboards. Evelyn sat curled on the couch, her face twisted in a mix of exhaustion and pure disbelief. A pale, ghostly tiredness clung to her skin after the long chaotic day, and her fingers kept drifting up to press against her forehead and then her cheek, as if rubbing them hard enough might somehow sort through the mess of thoughts swirling in her head.
"Did Grandma actually sell her eyes while she was in the hospital?" she muttered to herself, voice thick with disbelief. "Or did that guy knock her completely brain-dead? I mean, seriously."
