Chapter 124

Evie and Martha pulled up to Martha’s daughter’s house—a modest two-story place that looked like it belonged in a magazine. A white picket fence framed the yard, colorful flowers lined the walkway, and a wooden swing swayed gently on the porch. It was the kind of home that felt warm even from the outside.

From the back seat, Evie looked out the window, taking it all in. She smiled. “Cute house.”