Chapter 35Cory
It hurt. Inside and out, which is why Cory scarfed down a sandwich with the TV blaring some show she had no interest in. Several times Evelyn timidly attempted conversation but she eventually got the hint when Cory answered in monosyllables. By nine o’clock they were both in their rooms with the doors closed. Cory procrastinated for another twenty minutes by scrolling through f*******: and i********:, but it was no use. She had to look.
Huh?
That was weird. There were plenty of Evelyn Fishers, or Fischers, out there, with images even, but none of them looked remotely like the woman whom she’d just sat on the couch with. Frowning, Cory narrowed it down to San Antonio. Yup, there was one. No picture, but an address. Cory’s heart sank until she read the description. Nope, he
