EVE
Her eyes were sharp. Detached. Like she was staring through me, not at me. “Let’s go,” she said simply.
The moment my mother and I stepped outside the hospital, the world hit me like a storm. Flashes from cameras lit up the sidewalk, sharp and blinding.
Voices shouted at us in overlapping waves, questions I wasn't ready to answer, questions I didn't even want to think about.
"Eve! Is Roman Vale really your lover?" one voice shouted, loud enough to make me flinch.
Another screamed, "Are you really not Paul Callahan's daughter?"
I froze in place, my chest tightening with each syllable. My stomach churned violently, twisting like a rope around my insides.
I could feel the heat of embarrassment creeping up my neck, my palms clammy despite the crisp autumn air. The ch
