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~Eva’s POV
I thought I had won.
That was the feeling when I got home. It settled in my chest like warmth, like relief. The house was quiet in a way that felt obedient, almost respectful. I slipped out of my heels at the door and walked in slowly, letting the silence wrap around me. My lips were still curved in a smile, one I could not seem to wipe off, no matter how hard I tried.
Everything had gone exactly as planned. The interview. The pictures. The way the reporter listened so closely, the way her pen moved faster when certain names were mentioned. Velma’s name. My name.
I went to my room, changed into something light and soft, and sat on the edge of the bed. I replayed the day over and over again. Dylan’s mother praising me. The lies I told so easily. How natural they sounded i
