Thursday Evening, 5:47 PM - Claire’s Apartment

Eva’s POV

I’d packed and repacked my suitcases three times.

Everything I owned fit into two bags and a box of personal items. Three years of living under my father’s roof, reduced to things I could carry. It should have felt liberating.

Instead, it felt like erasure.

“You don’t have to do this,” Claire said from the doorway, watching me fold the same sweater for the fourth time. “If something feels wrong…if he’s pressuring ...