Evelyn's Pov.
I tiptoed inside the house, the floorboards beneath my feet creaking ever so slightly. Every sound felt amplified in the early morning silence. The air smelled faintly of dew and damp earth that had crept in from the garden, mixed with the lingering aroma of cooking from the kitchen. Moonlight filtered through the curtains, leaving silver streaks across the polished wooden floor, reflecting like ribbons of light guiding my path. My heartbeat was loud in my ears.
I paused at the living room doorway, every muscle tense, eyes wide. And there they were—Aunty and her son—sitting at the table, a casual lunch spread before them. Sunlight danced across her face, illuminating the laugh lines I hadn’t noticed before. I froze, my mind scrambling for words, my stomach twisting.
“Look
