HAILEY
The whispers don’t stop.
If anything, they only grow louder.
And the more they spread across the hall, the paler Evelyn Cross becomes.
“No…” she says weakly, shaking her head slightly like denial alone can undo what just happened. “No, that’s not possible.”
Uncle Maddie finally looks at her then. And it's not warm either and just enough to acknowledge she exists.
And somehow, that seems to terrify her more.
Dominic still hasn’t moved from where he’s standing below the elevated section.
His eyes stay locked on me like he physically cannot look away as if he's trying to connect the woman he lived with for three years to the woman sitting in front of him now.
And failing.
Good.
Then suddenly—
“Oh my God.”
The sharp whisper comes from somewhere within the crowd.
“That mea
