"What are you doing here?" The manager demanded as he pulled Evie back to sit on the bed by her collar, his brows pulling together in a frown as he eyed Marissa suspiciously.

Merissa pulled her lips together in a thin line while fidgeting with the paper in between her fingers.

"I need to speak with Evie," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

Hearing her words, the manager's frown deepened, almost scowling at her.

"Why would you need to speak with her?" He asked, and Merissa ...