Evelyn's POV

The curtains swayed with the faintest hint of wind, letting a slow wash of sunlight spill across the room. Evelyn turned on her side, blinking against the glow. The sheets beside her were empty, cold, smooth, untouched since last night.

For a few moments, she simply lay there, half hoping Damian would walk in from the shower or from the balcony, like he sometimes did. But the silence lingered, stretching longer. She rolled onto her back and stared at the ceiling, tracing ...