Chapter 96

Evie was straightening the pantry shelves, lost in the rhythm of the work. The sharp scent of cleaning spray mixed with the herbs drifting in from the kitchen. She didn’t hear anyone approach until Martha spoke from the doorway.

“Evelyn, Mr. Preston wants to see you in his office. You can finish up later.”

Evie’s stomach dipped. A summons to his office rarely meant anything good. Usually, it was a