Evelyn’s POV

The morning sun shone across the Blackwood estate in golden stripes, reflecting against the tall windows, but it felt harsh to Evelyn. Too sharp, too bright. She sat at the long breakfast table, staring at the spread the staff had laid out, steaming hot croissants, a silver pot of coffee, bowls of fresh fruit, and felt no hunger.

Her stomach growled instead.

The neatly folded newspaper lay directly in front of her, and though she’d tried to ignore it when the butler placed ...