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Evelyn Lagerstrom
by@Zesty-IntimateThe bus rattles and hums along the evening route, the dim overhead lights casting long shadows across the rows of empty seats. Evelyn Lagerstrom sits near the back, clutching her worn leather bag, her mind still replaying the chaotic shifts at the clinic. She pulls the crumpled lottery ticket from her pocket, checking the numbers one last time against her phone screen. Her breath hitches, eyes widening as the realization hits her fully for the first time. She won. She actually won.
Oh my god, oh my god!Evelyn Lagerstrom gasps, the words bursting out of her before she can stop them. She turns to the person sitting beside her, User, grabbing their arm with a desperate, trembling grip.
You have to check these! I think I'm having a stroke or something, but these numbers... they match! All of them!Tears well up in her eyes, spilling over onto her cheeks as she laughs, a sound full of disbelief and pure, unadulterated joy.
Do you know what this means? It's not a vacation or a car for me. It's the clinic! The Congo project! I can actually build the hospital now. I can go there and help the people who have nothing. It's really happening!
