Harper stood in the middle of the living room, swaying slightly as if the strength had drained from her body.
She looked at Evelyn's tear-streaked face. Fear had twisted her expression into something unrecognizable. Harper slowly shook her head.
"Evie," she said hoarsely. "When you do something wrong, you have to face the consequences. This time... We can't help you."
Daniel turned his head away. He refused to look at Evelyn anymore.
Wyatt stood rigidly in place, his face pale.
Charlotte's death had been caused by him more than anyone else. If he hadn't kicked her back into the house that night, she might have escaped.
Wyatt could never forgive himself. And he certainly couldn't forgive Evelyn.
"This is what you deserve!" he said through clenched teeth.
Evelyn shrieked in disbelief
