With that said, droplets of blood started dripping from the sky, and Evelyn shuts both her eyes just as a single tear rolls down her cheeks, and her pulse slows down until there’s none.
Chapter 5
Stating that breakfast was awkward in itself was an understatement. Ten minutes have passed since we’ve all joined the table in our dining room like we usually do ,and no one has uttered a word- not even a simple ‘good morning’. No. The simple action we’ve all been doing for the past ten minutes is avoiding each other’s eye contact, and if not all of us, then at least me.
Even though I was fighting myself not to look up from the pancakes covered in maple syrup on the plate right in front of me, I failed. I took a few glances every now and then, and when I did, both my parents would quickly avert their gazes away from my face as if they were some dears caught in headlights. Whenever my eyes met my brother’s golden-specked cerulean ones, however, they would stare back anxiously like I’m some ticking bomb he knows is about to explode anytime soon.
Trying to distract myself from the overwhelming silence, I hold up the metal fork and knife as I slowly start cutting small pieces of the delectable creatures that lies in my line of vision. That mere action in itself caused me to be the spotlight in our dining room because my brother’s eyes widened and my mom started chewing on her nails. Even my father had one of his hands on his jaw.
Placing the cut pieces in my mouth, I chew them slowly trying to savor their sweet taste since I know for a fact that this moment- my moment with the pancakes- will be the only sweet moment in the day.
Last night’s dream is still bothering me. Do I take it as a sign that I’ll soon figure out who Evelyn really is, or is God sending me signals that I’m digging too deep into this? Even though I know it’s probably just some stupid dream because of my recent thoughts, Evelyn’s final words are still caging my mind in curiosity. Adam mentioned that she passed away recently, but here she was- in my dream- telling me that I shouldn’t worry because I’ll find her soon.
Is she really dead?
God! I sound crazy for overthinking about words spoken in a dream.
It’s just a dream, isn’t it?
Well, if I’m really curious to find out, I certainly can. My mind broods over how I can figure out whether or not she really is gone, and suddenly the sign of the hospital’s name on the ambulance lights up in my brain. Even if it’s just a stupid dream, I’m willing to take my chances. ‘Tomorrow then’, I make up my mind, is when I should go, but then I remember that tomorrow is the only day I get to meet up with Adrien before our wedding, so I can just go there after our date.
Hopefully our date ends early.
The sound of the knife scratching the plate pulls me back to reality. No one has touched their plate except for me and that’s when I realized that I’m beyond angry at their reactions and silence. I’m angry at them. It took me a few seconds before I decided that I’ve had enough. Harshly, I set the knife and fork down on the table and push my plate further away from me that they all jump in their seats.
I eye my mom with my calculating eyes before I force a cheek-aching wide smile. “Hi, mom.”
My mom, who was clearly not expecting the silence to be broken so easily, had her jaw drop slightly before recomposing a surprised smile on her face. “Hi, Evie.”
“So how’s your company doing, guys? Is it doing well profit-wise, dad?” I spot the few anxious glances shared between them before they look back at me.
“It’s amazing, sweetie. Actually beyond amazing; ‘Williams Incorporation’ has just been declared yesterday as second highest profit-making company in Europe.” My father’s eyes glint with pride at the mention of his company’s success and, don’t get me wrong; if this were any other normal day, I would’ve totally shared his pride, but it’s not.
“Really? Wow! Congratulations dad.” Trevor high fives my dad.
“Yeah, congratulations dad!” Everyone looks at me surprised at my obvious cheerful mood. “I’m really happy for the company. Finally all this effort is being paid off well.”
“Yeah it does feel good. Thank you, darling.”
“Good to know the company’s doing great- kind of a relief to hear this actually. Since we all already know that your work is rocking off so well, how about you tell us how your daughter’s doing? Is she rocking off so well too?”
All the smiles disappear upon hearing my question.
All except mine.
“Come on dad!” I encourage him to go on with my hands.
“Right, mom? You do want to know how your daughter’s feeling, don’t you?” I avert my fuming gaze to my brother and grit my teeth as his name comes out of my mouth. “Don’t you, Trevor?”
My dad looks like he doesn’t know how to respond because how would he really? His only response is opening and closing his mouth several times; nonetheless, my brother breaks eye contact and looks down at his lap in shame.
“Evangeline, honey, I know how you’re feeling right now, okay? We know how confusing yesterday’s situation felt like. We know that millions of questions are probably running through your mind or already ran through your mind, but I assure you that what you saw is nothing worth your ti—“
“Nothing worth my time?” I interrupt my mother with a furious chuckle. “Nothing worth my
