CHERYL'S POV
Cheryl wasn’t sure why she invited Pearl shopping with her. They weren’t particularly close. In fact, before all of this, Pearl had been little more than a friendly acquaintance—one of the few people in town who didn’t make her feel completely out of place. But for some reason, when she was debating who to call up, Pearl’s name had come to mind.
Maybe it was because Pearl knew things. Maybe it was because Cheryl needed information.
She didn’t ask about Aiden right away. That would be too obvious. Instead, she wandered the clothing racks with a lazy sort of interest, picking up a sundress here, a pair of sandals there, pretending to be lost in thought.
Pearl caught on quickly.
“Okay,” she said, turning to Cheryl with an amused look. “You keep sneaking glances at me like yo
