Evelyn's POV

Last night was a hell of a kind for me. I had to watch over Roselyn, drinking herself to a stupor at a bar. I didn't know that was the reason she was running late, and wasn't home yet not until I called her on the phone.

“Hello, Roselyn, where are you? Why are you not back yet?” I probed, then came her slur voice from the phone.

“Who… are you, please?” She questioned, and I couldn't believe my ears.

“What do you mean by who I am, Rose? Is my number no longer ...