Lola's POV

It was Evelyn.

Of all the people who could have walked through that door, it was her. She stood in the doorway with her hand still on the handle, wearing a dark green dress with her hair pinned back. She looked composed and clean and completely the opposite of how I looked right now.

I was sitting on the floor. My back against the wall. Eyes swollen. Face wet. Morgan's broken necklace pressed into my fist.

Evelyn looked at me. Her eyes moved slowly across the whole picture. The ...