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CHAPTER FIVE "you didn't deserve that"
EVELYN HOLDS HER CAMERA tightly as she walks towards the golf course, feeling a little paranoid about the parcel from earlier. Even after promising Sarah that she was okay with the whole thing, she cannot help but be a little worried by it. There's definitely some people that live near her that would find something like this funny, so there's every chance that it's a prank but there's also every chance that it isn't.
For the next little while she will have to push it from her mind though, one of her older neighbours had enlisted her help with taking some photos of his golf shots to hang in his office. He'd offered her some extra money, which she had declined because she remembers how they'd dropped around meals after the death of her mother — when herself and Alex had been far too distraught to even think about what to eat.
"Evelyn!"
The call of her name doesn't go unnoticed, the girl turning her head to see Rafe and Topper walking towards her. Despite the fact Sarah is her best friend, she isn't exactly the greatest of friends with either of these two. When they were younger it was a different story, she'd been rather fond of Rafe then — he was like her brother too. As they grew older that changed, there was just something off about him that she couldn't figure out.
"Hey guys," Evelyn greets softly, her lips forced up into a small yet somewhat welcoming smile. She has grown good at faking those.
"What are you doing here, Vee?" Rafe asks, his tone a lot friendlier than it is with most people. It's something she guesses she should be thankful of, whilst she may not be overly fond of him anymore, he still seems to hold some sort of fondness for her.
"Mr Price has asked me to take some photos for him," Evelyn replies, holding the camera up so that they can see.
Rafe and Topper both nod their heads at her.
"Well we will leave you to that then," Topper says.
"Right," Evelyn states awkwardly before turning around and walking towards where she is needed.
She can already see Mr Price standing around with a few of his golf friends, smiling and joking about something. His wife is with him, chatting with one of the workers who seems rather surprised that she's actually communicating with him. They're good people the Price family, so different from many people on this side of the island.
Mrs Price used to garden with Evelyn's mother, they'd talk for hours about the flowers they can grow here on the island. The woman would bring over some cuttings that could be replanted, several of those now grown into beautiful flowers in Evelyn's front garden.
