Evelyn's POV

It had been three weeks since Evelyn left the Blackwood mansion, three weeks since the iron gates closed behind her without ceremony. Three weeks since her life, as she knew it, cracked open and reshaped itself into something quieter, smaller, but painfully real.

The apartment was nothing like the mansion, it didn’t have endless corridors or marble floors that sparkled because of how clean it is. It didn’t have staff moving silently in the background or rooms that felt too ...