POV: Evelyn Reeve
I stayed facedown on the mattress for a long time, my face buried in a silk pillow to stifle the remnants of a frustrated groan. My breathing was finally returning to a steady rhythm, but my heart? My heart was a frantic metronome, skipping beats every time Jovan’s voice echoed in the back of my mind.
The dim light of the floor lamp cast long, soft shadows against the walls of my Tribeca penthouse. I turned my head slowly, eyes landing on my phone. It sat there on the duvet, dark and silent, yet I couldn't look away.
Then, the vibration came.
A dull thrum against the mattress made my stomach do a slow, agonizing flip. The screen sparked to life, a single notification banner cutting through the dark. It wasn’t a call. It wasn’t Sophie or Maya. It was a text from a numb
