Evie did the right thing, she saved a life, and it cost her almost everything. 

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 I'm going to make damn sure she's made whole again.

So I've been carrying her picture around with me for a couple of months.

So I argued with the guy at the hardware store over glitter paint for her little girl's bedroom, a bedroom in an apartment I want to give them.

So I've been checking on that empty apartment every night for months.

That doesn't mean anything though. I'm not obsessed.

When I finally get the call she's ready for our help, I hop in my jet and go get her.

I expected to find a worn-out, exhausted woman. And I did. But she also called me Conan (as in barbarian) and didn't tolerate any of my bullshit. And that little girl, well she has me acting like an idiot just to make her smile.