Evelyn’s POV
My eyes grew wide in mild panic. The tone in Cheryl’s voice made me feel like I was a child again. A child who was just caught in the act of doing something they were told not to.
My face grew flush as I steadied my voice. “Hello, Cheryl,” I greeted weakly.
“Normally, I would have sent out a letter. However, I believe this particular situation called for a more swifter form of communication,” the older woman firmly prompted. “Now, I demand an explanation.”
I could easily imagine Cheryl’s current expression. A tight scowl was painted across her face while one of her brows was raised higher than the other.
I bit the inside of my cheek. “Well, I, uh...Wait, how did you find out about something like that?”
“Let’s just say that I have my ways,” she stated.
My brows fur
