Chapter 31

• EVELYN
• The sound of my fork scraping against the ceramic plate filled the dining room. Dad sat across from me, eyes watching every hesitant movement I made. My eggs were untouched, and I barely nibbled on the toast.
• “Angel,” Dad’s voice finally broke through the quiet. It was careful, measured like he was tiptoeing around me. “How are you doing? You didn’t sound good over the phone when you called yesterday to inform me you’d be sleeping over at Trina’s place. What’s wrong?”