[Carter Mansion—Evelyn's Room]
Evelyn sat on the edge of her bed long after the call ended with her phone still in her hands and the screen dimming slowly.
Her heart wasn't racing with panic but there was a heavy knot of worry sitting right under her ribs.
Alexander was going out of the city to deal with sabotage and with Jack's mess all by himself.
Just then, her door burst open without a single knock but Evelyn didn't even flinch because only one person entered rooms like she paid rent there.
Patricia.
She strode in with a packet of chips under her arm and a water bottle in the other hand.
"Alright," she announced, plopping onto the bed dramatically, "tell me why your face looks like a rejected tomato."
Evelyn blinked. "A what?"
"A rejected tomato," Patricia repeated seriously. "The kind grocery vendors throw away because it's soft, squishy and stressed. You look like that."
Despite her mood, Evelyn laughed under her breath. "I am just worried."
