EVE's POV.
Trying as hard as I could to distract myself from overthinking was like trying to outrun my own shadow. Every time I thought I had pushed one thought away, another replaced it—louder, heavier, more demanding. The silence in the room pressed down on me like a weight. The walls felt too close, the air too thick, and every small creak of the floorboards beneath my feet sounded like it was echoing my failures back at me. I pressed my back against the bed, staring at the ceiling, counting imaginary cracks that weren’t there, willing my mind to focus on something—anything—other than the whirlwind of chaos that seemed to have become my life.
I was too young for all of this. Too young to carry the legacy of names, secrets, betrayals, and unfinished business. And yet, here I was, surr
