Eve Thompson was outright stunned.
She didn't dare to get out of the car.
The car windows were made of reflective glass, so people outside couldn't see inside, which meant no one knew that Eve Thompson was sitting in the car.
Eve Thompson picked up her phone, her fingers trembling as she dialed home.
The call connected quickly—it was Emma Tonkin's frantic voice, "Eve, where are you? Have you come out yet?"
"I'm out, what's the situation at home?"
Eve Thompson tried to sound calm as she spoke.
Emma said, "The community security is still holding up, they've blocked people at the front gate, but it has seriously affected the other residents' ability to come and go. And those people are saying they won't leave without an explanation. Right now, Reginald Bates is at home, your sister and I are okay, but if you want to come home, you might need to think of a way."
Think of a way...
