Evelyn’s POV

Evelyn stood in the middle of the room for a long moment after the call had ended, staring into nothing and wondering what had gone wrong. The silence felt heavier now, no longer just quiet, but deliberate, final, as though the room already knew she was no longer meant to belong to it.

Her hands were shaking.

She looked around slowly, taking in the room she had lived in for months, the soft cream walls, the large bed, the neatly arranged furniture, the quiet luxury that once ...