Evelyn's POV
I don’t remember unlocking the door.
I don’t remember stepping inside.
Only the sound—the soft electronic click—and then the smell.
Heavy and arm.
Intimate in a way that didn’t need explanation.
The kind of scent that lingered in the air after bodies had been too close, too long, too unrestrained.
My hand trembled slightly.
For a moment—just a moment—I considered turning around and leaving. Pretending I had never come back.
But something in me refused.Not this time. I stepped inside.And immediately stumbled.
Fabric brushed against my ankle.
I looked down. A silk dress. And it's Amby's.
The realization hit like something sharp and immediate, and I kicked it away instinctively, as if contact alone was enough to contaminate me.
But there was more.Of course there was.
