Cheryl's POV:
I held my breath, staring at Edith, but she didn't look at me. Eric asked me to leave again. Just as the door was about to close, I caught a glimpse of Edith twisting her body and walking toward Eric.
The urge to grab Eric by the collar and demand to know what kind of relationship they had almost overwhelmed me. Almost.
This wasn't the first time I'd had this impulse, but I always managed to suppress it, turning that "almost" into restraint. After all, what right did I have to question him?
I returned to my apartment.
The whole way back, I kept refreshing the finalist list on my phone. After taking a screenshot, I sent it to Rachel. She replied almost immediately, saying her daughter was the best and reminding me to relax and rest. Apparently, her new stepfather was help
