Evelyn’s POV
The mansion was quiet, everybody's probably taking a nap or something. Sunlight entered through the tall windows, falling in gentle rays across the polished floor. Somewhere down the hall, one of the staff hummed faintly as she strolled through the hallway, but otherwise, the building was calm.
Evelyn sat by the balcony with a throw blanket wrapped around her legs, a cup of warm tea cooling on the table beside her. Her book lay open in her lap, though she wasn’t reading. Her mind wandered back to the way Damian’s hand had felt against her belly when he first felt the baby kick, the quiet look in his eyes that had softened something deep inside her.
That memory lingered longer than she wanted to admit.
A familiar voice drifted through the doorway, pulling her back to realit
