Eve didn’t raise her voice.
She didn’t need to.
The air in the temporary office felt tighter, as though the glass panels and plaster had leaned in to listen. Outside, the murmur of ringing phones and shuffling feet carried on, but in here, the world had narrowed to just two women and every wound between their families.
Leah sat rigid in her chair, spine arrow-straight, hands gripping the armrests with white-knuckled restraint. Fury simmered beneath her carefully maintained posture. Eve sat opposite her, one hand resting protectively on her belly, the other relaxed on the armrest, knuckles loose, eyes clear.
It was Leah who had come in armed with accusation.
It was Eve who would leave having dismantled her.
“You’ve lived so selfishly for so long,” Eve said quietly, tone steady, unyiel
