Evangeline’s POV:
Zoey’s words echoed through my mind even as I sat there, staring blankly at the tray in front of me.
He’s changing.
I hadn’t believed her.
Not truly.
Not deep down where it mattered.
But now…
Orion had made me breakfast.
With his own hands.
He hadn’t ordered it.
He hadn’t asked Zoey to bring it.
He hadn’t handed the task off like an inconvenience.
He’d stood there, cooking for me, as if it was the most natural thing in the world.
My heart was beating so fast it felt like it might tear free from my chest, thudding painfully against my ribcage.
And I hated it.
I hated the part of me that wanted to cry at the simple act of being cared for.
I hated the part of me that still longed for him, that ached for the smallest scraps of attention.
So that's all it took
