Thursday Morning, 7:15 AM

Eva’s POV

I woke up to the sound of the front door closing.

Cole, leaving early. Again.

It had been four days since our fight. Four days of careful avoidance, stilted good mornings, and the kind of suffocating silence that made the penthouse feel like a mausoleum.

He’d stopped trying to talk after that first night. No more knocks on my door. No more apologies through wood. Just… nothing.

We were back to being strangers. Except now it hurt worse because I ...