Eloise watched him disappear into the night, her breathing shaky, the words replaying in her head. Why does he care?
The door was still open, a draft brushing her face as she took a long breath. She closed her eyes for a moment, exhaling slowly as if trying to push the anger, the confusion, and the overwhelming sense of betrayal out of her body.
But before she could shut the door fully, a force slammed against it with a violent thud. It bounced back, almost throwing her off balance.
“Mavis?” Eloise muttered, recognizing the voice that followed.
Mavis stood there, her face twisted in fury, like a storm ready to break. She stormed in without hesitation, her eyes wild with accusations. She looked like a terrifying evil spirit.
“Eloise! You hypocrite! You said you would intercede for me!
