Evelyn's POV

This morning, my stomach wouldn’t settle. Every tick of the clock seemed louder than usual, reminding me that I had only two weeks left in my probation. Two weeks to prove myself, and to show Amanda that I was worth keeping.

The thought kept circling in my head as I tied my apron. I wanted this job. Not just because of the paycheck, but because I’d earned it. I didn’t want to lose it because of bias or petty grudges.

Teresa noticed my distracted face as we set up for the ...