Evelyn's POV
My phone rings at six in the morning, two days before the gala.
I'm still in bed at Damien's penthouse, barely awake. The screen shows Sophia's name. She never calls this early.
"Hello?" My voice is rough from sleep.
"You need to see this." Sophia sounds breathless, excited, scared all at once. "Evelyn, I found something. Something bad."
I sit up fast. "What's wrong?"
"I've been digging into Isabelle's medical records like you asked. The death certificate, the hospital reports, everything." Papers rustle on her end. "And I found other cases. Four of them. Just like Isabelle."
My heart starts pounding. "What do you mean?"
"People who died. Then came back." Her voice drops. "All connected to Whitmore Pharmaceuticals."
The room feels suddenly cold. "Send me everything. I'm coming over."
"Already sent. Check your email. But Evelyn?" She pauses. "Be careful. If I found this, your father knows someone's looking."
