~Eva’s POV
I stepped out of the house with my spine straight and my shoulders back, even though something restless kept tugging at my chest. Dylan had already left for work. I watched his car disappear down the driveway from the window, my lips curved into a smile that felt practiced, controlled, and a little empty.
After that, I took my time getting dressed. Not rushed. Not careless. I chose a dress that fit me perfectly, elegant in a way that demanded attention without begging for it. When I looked at my reflection, I approved. I always made sure I did. Then I picked up my phone and sent a short message to a number I trusted. Meet me at Grandfather’s hospital. No explanation. None was needed.
The drive felt longer than it should have. The roads were familiar, but my hands tightened sl
