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~Eva’s POV
I stood up, picking up my bag. “Let him,” I said. “He taught me how this world works. I am just finally using the lessons.”
As I walked out of the office, my heels steady, my spine straight, one thought echoed calmly in my mind.
Those shares were not in question.
They were a conclusion.
I drove home with my thoughts still sharp and restless, rehearsing conversations that had not happened yet, victories that were still forming in my head. The house was quiet when I pulled in, too quiet, and I knew something was wrong the moment I stepped inside.
Dylan was in the living room.
He was sitting there in the half light, jacket still on, cigarette between his fingers, smoke curling lazily toward the ceiling. He only smoked like that when he was in a foul mood, when something
