**CHERYL**

My whole body was wound up so tight that it was getting hard for me to breathe.

This surely can't be good.

No wonder she was looking too familiar that day. Now as I gazed at her, I realized that I was looking at the feminine version of Damien.

Cue a mental facepalm.

Will she recognize me?

Please don't let her recognize me.

Mrs. Heron tugged me along as Resse floated down the stairs with as much speed as her bulging stomach could allow her.

I swallowed.

We came to a stop at the foot of the stairs and waited for her to reach us. As soon as Resse's...