EVE
The moment I stepped into the house, a strange mix of relief and tension hit me.
It was quiet, too quiet, like the walls themselves were holding their breath, waiting for something to happen.
I dropped my bag at the bottom of the stairs, the soft thud echoing through the hall, and took a deep breath. Today, I had to do this. I had to face Marta. I had held it in for too long, and I knew that if I didn't talk to her now, it would never feel right.
I headed straight for the kitchen, and there she was.
Marta, humming softly, moving around like she belonged there—which she did, though my complicated mind sometimes tried to convince me otherwise. I stepped closer, my voice barely above a whisper. "Miss Marta?"
She turned at the sound of my voice, her eyes lighting up for
