EVELYN's POV
The heavy wooden doors of Alpha Hayes' mansion closed behind me with a resounding thud, and I felt a strange mix of relief and apprehension. The grandeur of the mansion had always felt imposing—marble floors, intricate tapestries, and grand chandeliers—but now it seemed distant and irrelevant. I was focused on the task at hand: packing my belongings and leaving this damn place behind for good.
As I wheeled my suitcase through the grand entryway, I could feel the eyes of the mansion's staff on me. Their gazes were a mix of curiosity and indifference, their whispers barely audible over the sound of my suitcase bumping along the floor. I ignored them.
Hannah appeared in the doorway with her mother, Luna Jessica, close behind her. Hannah's face was a tight mask of frustration,
