EVA'S POV
The silence after Rachel’s gasp was louder than any scream.
She stood by the doorway, eyes moving slowly from Clark to me, then to the couch, then back to me again.
Her lips trembled, but her face hardened almost immediately.
“So this is it,” she said, her voice dangerously calm.
“This is what you’ve been doing behind my back.”
“Rachel, please,” I said quickly, stepping away from Clark.
“This is not what you think.”
She laughed and that laugh came out as a sharp, broken sound.
“Don’t insult me, Eva…You slept here!!!”
“I stayed because he was sick,” I replied, forcing myself to stay steady.
“Clark collapsed yesterday…He had a fever…I brought him home.”
At that moment, I knew no words of explanation could settle whatever Rachel saw.
“And you thought the best plac
