EVELYN
I froze.
“How did you know something happened to me last night?” I asked slowly. And then, with a jolt of realization, I realized—the mysterious helper who unlatched the door and allowed me to escape. It had been Elsa.
“Can we talk inside?” she asked quietly.
I opened the door, stepping aside to let her in. Elsa entered cautiously, her eyes sweeping the room before perching on a small stool in front of my tiny vanity.
“Your room is so neat, Evelyn. Mine’s a total mess. Mrs. Porter’s always scolding me for it,” she said with a dry chuckle. When I didn’t return the smile, her expression faltered into visible frustration.
“It was you who unlatched the door last night,” I said.
She tucked a strand of straight blonde hair behind her ear and gave a nervous nod.
“How did you kno
