Just like every other time, Evelyn showed up at the Jacksons' place to wait. But something felt different today—no cold shoulders or nasty looks. Instead, the butler stepped out and said,
"Miss Mitchell, Madam wants to see you."
Evelyn's heart fluttered. She thought maybe, just maybe, Mrs. Jackson had finally softened up and decided to let her meet Fabian. Without thinking much, she followed right behind the butler.
"Wait, where are we going?" Even though she hadn't been around for years, Evelyn knew this house well. This definitely wasn't the way to Fabian's room.
A bad feeling crept up her spine. The butler didn't say a word, just kept walking. Evelyn's instincts kicked in and she turned, ready to head back the way she came.
But as soon as she took one step back, a few u
