Elara’s POV
“Call the police, now!”
Alice rang it out like a fire alarm, bitter emotions were thickly laced in her look, and her voice. Confused and spontaneous, Evelyn rooted out her phone and began punching digits with sweaty hands.
“Stop.” I flung the phone from her grip and retreated to the end of the room, with my hands stretched to my back, preventing the slightest chance of her retrieving it.
“Lilian, what are you doing?” Evelyn’s soft voice totally changed.
“Protecting my daughter.” I maintained my stance. “He wouldn't want me to involve the police.”
She looked from me to the old lady, and back at me. Her eyes bore curiosity, one I was afraid would go unattended.
“Let me handle it my way,” I resumed my unbaked tale. “It's my attention he seeks.”
Alice scrunched her
