Evelyn’s POV

The days that followed felt different, softer somehow.

It wasn’t about grand gestures or promises, but the quiet rhythm of shared mornings, of two people learning how to exist in the same space again without walls between them.

Evelyn began to notice it in small things, like how Damian stayed longer at breakfast, how he no longer left the mansion before dawn, how his phone stayed face-down during their conversations, and the way he had been sleeping in her run, with his arm ...