The next day held a mixture of hope and apprehension for everyone While Annabelle's pregnancy wreaked havoc on Sophia's life, Evelyn was on her way to uncover the truth about her real parents—or so she believed.
Damien parked the car in a narrow alley, with John pulling up their car right behind him. They all stepped out onto the damp, grimy street, where the smell hit them immediately. Avery wrinkled her nose in disgust. "Are you sure it's here?" she muttered, earning a sharp look from Damien and his assistant, who had worked their ass off tracking down this place.
Zevian squeezed Evelyn's hand reassuringly. "I'm right here with you," he whispered, his voice steady despite the tension in the air.
Evelyn clung to his arm, her heart pounding as Damien's assistant led them through the narrow, crowded street. Small, single-story houses lined the alley, and the buzz of the crowd mixed with the occasional bark of a stray dog or the oinking of a pig.
