"I can't keep pretending. I love you, more than I've ever loved anyone. And it terrifies me, but it's the truth. I need you to know."
[yellowjackets s1-]
[shauna shipman x oc]
[lottie matthews x oc]
[natalie scatorccio x oc]
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[2021]
"Mommy, I can't find my crayons!" Jack's voice echoed from the living room.
Evelyn smiled as she finished packing his lunch. "Check under the couch, sweetheart. That's where it usually hides."
A few minutes later, they were out the door, Jack's tiny hand clasped in hers as they walked to the car. The drive to school was filled with Jack's excited chatter about his day ahead. Evelyn's heart swelled with love and pride as she listened, her mind momentarily free from the ghosts of the past.
At the school gate, Evelyn bent down to hug her son goodbye. "Be good today, okay? I'll be here to pick you up later."
Jack grinned up at her. "I will, Mommy. Love you!"
"Love you too, Jack." Evelyn waved as he ran off to join his friends, her heart light despite the usual concerns that parenthood brought.
As she walked back to her car, a nagging feeling tugged at her senses. She glanced around subtly, noting a figure lingering at the far end of the street. The figure moved as she did, maintaining a careful distance. Evelyn's pulse quickened, but she kept her movements casual, not wanting to alarm anyone at the school.
Evelyn's mind raced. She couldn't afford to be careless, not with Jack in the picture. She quickly made a decision and got into her car, driving away from the school. She took a series of random turns, weaving through the town to throw off her tail. After several minutes, she pulled into an abandoned warehouse parking lot on the outskirts of town.
Grabbing the knife she always kept in the glove compartment, she stepped out and melted into the shadows, waiting.
Moments later, the figure appeared at the mouth of the alley, cautiously moving forward. Evelyn's muscles tensed as she watched them approach. When the person was close enough, Evelyn moved with swift precision. She grabbed the person from behind, pressing the knife to their neck.
"What do you want?" Evelyn's voice was cold, laced with years of suppressed tension.
The person gasped, their hands raised in surrender. "Wait, wait! I'm not here to hurt you!"
Evelyn's eyes narrowed. "Who are you?"
"I'm Jessica," the woman said quickly, her breath coming in short, frightened bursts. "Jessica Roberts. I'm a reporter."
"A reporter?" Evelyn echoed, her grip tightening slightly. "Why are you following me?"
"I—I'm working on a story," Jessica stammered. "I know who you are, Evelyn Hart. I know you were with the Yellowjackets, but you weren't actually part of the team. I have some questions—"
