ZACK's POV.
Two weeks had passed since Evelyn left, leaving a void I couldn’t fill. Her absence gnawed at me like a phantom limb—present, familiar, impossible to ignore. Just as I had started imagining a future where she was finally mine, where the fleeting moments of connection we shared could blossom into something real, she vanished. One moment, she was there, illuminating everything around me with her laughter, her presence, her very being—and in the next, she was gone, leaving only memories and aching emptiness.
I roamed around the house aimlessly, my gaze falling on Dad’s face, frozen in a portrait, smug and imposing, and anger crawled under my skin, sharp and insistent. Maybe Eve was right. Maybe my father had something to do with her parents’ deaths. The thought twisted in my gu
