Eve’s POV

I sat on the wooden chair staring into nothing. Sleep had not come easy for me as my entire night had been haunted by fragments of my son’s laughter, it only added to how much hatred I had for Astrid. Coffee wasn't really something I enjoyed but here I was anyways.

Malik walked towards me with a towel draped over his neck, his shirt only buttoned halfway. The wet stands of his hair fell into different areas of his face. “Morning.” he said in a low voice. ...