Kimberly arrived the next morning in tears.
Not the quiet, dignified kind. Not the composed tears she often used in public to bend sympathy in her favour. These were raw, swollen-eyed tears, the kind that betrayed sleepless nights and the slow, creeping realisation that something irreversible had already happened.
Eve was the one who opened the door.
For a brief moment, the two women stood facing each other in silence.
Kimberly didn’t greet her.
She didn’t offer so much as a nod or a forced pleasantry. Her eyes flicked past Eve immediately, scanning the interior of the house as though Eve were furniture, something inconvenient but ignorable.
But Eve noticed something else.
Shame.
It sat heavy in Kimberly’s eyes, dulling the sharp arrogance that once lived there. It wasn’t repentanc
