The next day, Evelyn didn't crawl out from under the duvet until the alarm shrieked at 12:30 PM. Her room was quiet, but her body felt like it had been through a car wreck, blue and purple marks bloomed across her skin like watercolor bruises.
How am I supposed to go to work like this? she groaned. Fortunately, her shift at the Island Mall didn't start until 3:00 PM. She had a few hours to bury the evidence under a high-coverage foundation. Then, a lightning bolt of a memory struck. She sat bolt upright, sleep vanishing instantly. Yesterday, at the bar, she remembered holding a man. A very handsome man. And that man was definitely not Michael Thorn.
Oh, my god! Who was he? She clutched her head. That's it. I'm retiring from drinking. I am officially a nun of the sobriety order!
Her panic was interrupted by her phone. "Hello, this is the Arise City People's Court. Please come to collect a court summons."
The Watsons had moved faster than she expected.
