Chapter 17 - Evelyn Sits Alone In A Cheap Motel Room

Far across town in a drab, flickering motel room near the industrial district, Evelyn stared blankly at a small television screen.
The news broadcast showed footage of Clara cutting the ribbon at her gleaming new philanthropic foundation.
Evelyn reached for a chipped ceramic mug of instant coffee, her hands shaking violently from stress and malnutrition.
She was completely alone, abandoned by the high-society friends she had cultivated for over forty years.
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Her son was facing a forty-year federal prison sentence, and her name had become a punchline across the nation.
She turned off the television set with a plastic remote, plunging the dingy room into a heavy, suffocating silence.