EVE
What the hell was going on?
Marta stood in front of my dad, her voice softer than I'd ever heard it. There was something in the way they were talking—something that didn't sound like boss and employee. It felt deeper, personal. It made my stomach twist.
I blinked, once, twice, trying to process it.
"What the hell is going on, Marta?" I asked, my voice shaky but loud enough to make both of them turn toward me.
Marta froze. Her lips parted like she hadn't meant to say whatever had just slipped out. My dad's face changed instantly, his jaw tightened.
"Eve, this is not the time," he said, his tone clipped.
"Not the time?" I repeated, my voice rising. "You were just talking about me like—like I'm some kind of problem you two are solving. What's going on?"
Marta loo
