Chapter 11

  Evelyn

  "Evelyn, rise and shine! We can't afford to be tardy," Clara nudged me, determined to rouse me from my slumber whilst I tried to sink my head into the pillow.

  "Not today, Clara. My head is throbbing like a war drum," I groaned.

  "Did you drink alcohol last night?" Her keen observation ...

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