Eva's pov
The door creaked softly as Eva stepped inside, closing it shut behind her with careful precision.
The house was quite.
She stood still for a moment waiting for Celeste to yell at her for returning late but nothing came.
She moved slowly toward the living room and there she was.
Celeste lay sprawled across the couch, one arm hanging limply over the edge. A half-empty bottle of whiskey rested on the floor, tilted slightly, as if it had slipped from her grasp moments ago.
Relief hit her.
Carefully, she walked out of the living room, her steps were light, almost soundless, as if the floor itself might betray her. The grocery bag rustled faintly in her grip, and she immediately stilled, glancing back.
Celeste didn't move only the low, uneven sound of her breathing filled the s
