Evelyn’s POV

The apartment smelled fresh, laundry detergent, and something warm Carmen must have cooked earlier and forgotten to eat because she was in a hurry. It wasn’t large, not compared to the mansion, and certainly not old or small like their previous apartment, but the moment Evelyn stepped inside, it felt real, comfortable and peaceful.

Carmen closed the door behind them with her foot and dropped the keys on the small console table by the entrance. “Okay,” she said briskly, ...