It didn't seem Alice could turn the water up hot enough, nor scrub her skin hard enough. No matter what she did, sobbing in the shower, the scent of Mrs. Talbot's nasty little dog's waste clung to her, a bitter, mocking reek knocking down all the new walls of confidence she'd built. She almost missed the sound of the door creaking open through her tears, but the chuckle that followed was unmistakable. Alice screamed at Evan, but she was too late, forgetting in her horror and ...