oranges. The stand was illuminated by a single,

lled out. "Don'

wrinkles, lined with age and kindness. She w

need apples, honey? Or did you just

d. She saw the figure

her hood. Her wet hair framed her face-p

froze. Her ha

gers. It hit the ground with a dull thud. Red apples roll

" Nana w

ung in the

She shook her head slowly. No.

ands trembling violently. "You.

. The resemblance was uncanny. Eva wasn't just a random runaway. She was a gho

scattered apples. S

red at Eva as if she were a hallucina

again, tapping a rhythm on

picking up the apples, giving them space, but h

t's me. I'm Eva. But the silence in her throat was

r throat with

ars pooling in her eyes.

k her he

pulled out the folded, crumpled piece of pap

es. He watched them, feeling like an intr