Evelyn’s POV
The alarm buzzed faintly on the nightstand, its sound blending with the rustling of the trees in the garden across her window. Evelyn reached out, silenced it, and blinked up at the ceiling for a few seconds before sitting up.
Her body felt heavier these days, not just because of the pregnancy, but the way her emotions seemed to be changing every now and then. Still, she pushed the covers away and swung her legs over the side of the bed, her feet touching the soft carpet.
She reached for her robe, tying it loosely before walking into the bathroom. The marble tiles were cool under her feet. She brushed her teeth in slow, rhythmic strokes, with eyes focused on her reflection in the mirror.
The night before played back in fragments, she remembered Damian stood at the door of
