CLARK’S POV
The room felt too small after Rachel’s words.
Eva is engaged.
I sat there, staring at my desk, my eyes unfocused.
The broken pen lay between my fingers, ink slowly staining my skin, but I barely noticed.
Rachel was still standing in front of me, watching my face like she was waiting for permission to breathe.
“Clark?” she called softly.
“Did you hear me?”
I looked up at her.
She was smiling….that polite, practiced smile she always wore in public.
The one that said everything is fine, even when it clearly wasn’t.
“You said Eva is engaged,” I replied slowly.
“Yes,” she nodded.
“Daniel proposed…Isn’t that… good news?”
Good news.
I stood up abruptly, my chair scraping loudly against the floor. Rachel flinched.
“Why are you still here?” I asked.
Her brows furrow
