Meeting Her Again

Sheila’s POV

I sat on the edge of the bed, still stunned by what I had just overheard on the phone right now.

“Andrew, Evelyn’s inside,” I heard a male voice say.

Which Evelyn? The Evelyn? But Evelyn was dead. I tried calling Andrew back immediately, but his phone was off. I sat there, staring at the screen for a long time, confused.

Maybe I didn’t hear it right, or maybe it was a different Evelyn. Yeah, that must be it. It had to be. After all, different people could bear the same name.

I shook my head, trying to clear the thought, and finally waved it off. It was late, and I needed to sleep. I had called Andrew, due to Mom's persuasion, to know if he would be coming back for dinner, but I highly doubted he would be coming back tonight.

With that, I turned off my bedside lamp and slipped under the covers to sleep.

The next morning, I woke up feeling refreshed. After washing my face and mouth, I headed downstairs to grab