Decoding Evie

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Decoding Evie

By: Nicole Sobon

Narrated by: Erica Karoly

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Decoding Evie is a standalone new adult novella complete at approximately 10,000 words.

I shot him a smile and spun back around to face my computer screen, unable to process what the hell had just happened. That was when I noticed a small Post-It note pressed against my Dell monitor. Scribbled across the neon pink sticky was a note from Jesse:

Evie, what are you so afraid of?

- Jesse

What was I afraid of? I was afraid of everything.

I was afraid of letting people in.

I was afraid of falling.

But most of all, I was afraid of myself. I was my own worst enemy.

I grabbed a blank Post-It note from the container on my desk and pulled a black pen out of my coat pocket. I allowed my hand to move freely, not thinking of my response. Only then, after I placed the pen down on my desk did I read what I'd written.

Reality.