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~Eva’s POV
I reached my hotel before the sun disappeared. That quiet time of day where the sky is not sure if it wants to be orange or blue. I dragged my suitcase across the lobby floor, trying not to show how heavy my heart felt. It was the same hotel I always used when things got too loud in my life. When I told Dylan that I wanted to stay with my parents, he probably believed me. Or maybe he did not. Maybe he just did not care enough to question it.
I checked in, gripping the pen too tightly as I signed my name. My hand shook, and I tried to hide it. The receptionist smiled politely, as if she had seen people like me before. People who pretend everything is fine, even when they look like they could fall apart with one wrong breath.
When I entered my room, I dropped everything. My
