EVE'S POV
I was in a terrible mood, the kind that sinks deep into your chest and refuses to let go.
My steps were heavy as I walked away from everything—away from the betrayal, away from the suffocating weight of home, away from the disappointment that clung to me like a second skin.
The one person I believed in… the one person I thought would never abandon me, had done just that—and in the cruelest way possible.
Going home wasn’t an option. My parents didn’t deserve the storm I was carrying in my chest. I didn’t want to irritate them with my mood, so I turned right at the corner instead of left, letting my feet take me wherever they pleased. Anywhere but home.
I found myself standing before an old, unfinished building at the edge of the neighborhood—a forgotten skeleton of concrete
