Eva paced her apartment, the weight of the past few days crushing her. The fight between Damien and Alex played on a loop in her head, the flash of Damien’s fist, Alex’s stunned expression, and the overwhelming guilt she couldn’t shake. How had things gotten so complicated? When her phone buzzed, she almost didn’t check it. But then she saw Alex’s name, and her stomach clenched. Her hands trembled as she picked it up. Alex: We need to talk. Can I come over? Eva hesitated. She knew what this talk would entail—answers she wasn’t ready to give. Still, leaving him in the dark wasn’t fair. Taking a deep breath, she typed back. Eva: Okay. Come by in 30. The moment the message was sent, Eva felt her anxiety spike. The tension between the brothers had been simmering long before she came into

