Chapter 893 The Switcheroo

• Clasping Monica and Jodie by the hand, Ursa held on tight. Her emotions spiked, wild and shaky, like a lost kid who couldn’t find the way home. Panic flickered between her fine brows—pure helplessness, pure dread—like something terrible was waiting just out of sight.
• Monica and Jodie exchanged a look, both reading the same big, bold confusion in the other’s eyes.
• Monica was about to say she’d already called Eric Goodwell, that he should be here any minute. But it’d been a while since she hung up, and Eric still hadn’t shown. No matter how you looked at it, something didn’t add up.