Evelyn's POV

Harrison pestered me badly, last time. His words had been laced with arrogance and mockery. He was the last person I wanted to see, yet Amanda had thrown him directly in my path.

She wanted me to fail. But I couldn’t afford to.

I stood in the back kitchen clutching the counter to steady myself. I then told Teresa, “Let’s do this,” trying to sound brave, but the truth was different.

The shift dragged on. I went through the motions, prepping dishes, carrying trays, ...