“Why an ‘Evie’ specifically?” I asked. “Well, it’s the woman Timothy apologized to. We’ve been looking around trying to find her, but some guy was generous enough to clue us in,” the guy explained. “What? How?” I could feel my head starting to spin, having all those eyes watching me from my door

“Evie’s been keeping me in the loop about a lot of things, actually,” Timothy answered, smiling as he looked in my direction. He shifted away from Linda’s touch, and her lips curled downward. “We’re pretty much learning all of this together.” “Oh, yes, that sounds nice,” she said swiftly, though h

"Evie, you've been such a great help," Timothy said to me, gratitude in his eyes. "And you too, Ms. Turner. I’m glad Evie has someone to take the load off, as much as she works." “I’m sure she needs it,” said Linda, and she turned on her heel and walked away. “I will be contacting you later, Ms. S

I couldn't shake the uneasy feeling that clung to my spine as we stepped into the Clayton Sports Center. The stories I'd heard and read about Mr. Fitzgerald didn't paint a kind or forgiving picture. Linda, on the other hand, appeared remarkably calm. We climbed the polished oak staircase and found

As I hunched over my desk, the soft knock on my office door barely registered, and I only looked up when it swung open to reveal the last person I had expected to see – Timothy himself. He stood there, his expression a mixture of surprise and apprehension. "Timothy," I stammered, my voice betrayin