Evelyn’s POV

The morning sun was gentle and calm, and the breeze blew softly. The rays of the sun slipped through the half-drawn curtains, reflecting on the sheets where Damian’s body was supposed to be.

For a long while, Evelyn didn’t move. She just lay there, listening to the quiet voices of the staff in the mansion, distant footsteps in the hallway, a door closing somewhere, the faint hum of the air conditioner.

Then her hand brushed against something that wasn’t there when she ...