The Woman in My Dress
Not all of it.
She left out the part about the hospital contact, for reasons she could not have explained at the time and that she later decided were pure animal instinct — some deep part of her running a threat model that the rest of her hadn’t been briefed on.
But she told her about the table, and the woman in the green dress, and the hair, and a few more days and every bit of it’s yours.
Evelyn’s face went through several things.