Eve’s POV
The smell of roasted garlic and seared beef hit Eve the moment she stepped into Rodrigo’s kitchen. It was early afternoon, her shift was just beginning, but already, the air crackled with tension. Pans clanged, voices barked, and the hum of the exhaust fan filled every corner.
She tied her apron quietly, pushing stray strands of hair behind her ear. Normally, the familiar rhythm of the kitchen steadied her, grounded her. It was her sanctuary, the one place where her past could not find her. But today, something in the air was different, sharp, poisonous, heavy with unspoken malice.
She could feel the eyes on her the moment she crossed the threshold.
Lesly stood by the prep counter, chopping vegetables with unnecessary force, her smirk flashing whenever Eve passed. Two of the
