Evelyn's POV
Laurel was more than just my mentor—she was family in every way that mattered—and right now, when she was still recovering, the last thing I wanted was to burden her with something messy, something ugly, something that would only make her worry.
“How could I leave you here alone?” I said instead, lowering the head of her bed slightly so she could lie more comfortably, focusing on something practical, something safe. “You should rest now. Don’t let me keep you awake.”
She smiled, the familiar softness returning to her face as she patted my arm lightly, before turning her attention back to Julian.
“So, how do you know Eve?” she asked, her curiosity clearly not satisfied.
I glanced at Julian, but if anything, I was far more interested in the question I hadn’t dared ask yet—
