Alicia’s POV
It has been a day since I treated Sheila for her fake illness.
I’m out in the garden with Michelle when two middle-aged women approach me with a look of disdain on their faces.
I had noticed a lot of people giving me odd looks and furrowing their brows that morning. But I didn’t think anything of it.
Suddenly, one of the women is leaning down over me.
“How dare you come into this pack and think it’s okay to lie about being able to help people!” she snarls, anger dripping from her words. “It makes me think you don’t care about us and just want to be the center of attention.”
I glance at Michelle, to find she looks just as confused as I feel. When I try to ask where all of this is coming from, the other woman interjects.
