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~Eva’s POV
Dad looked at me gently, but it only made me feel more irritated. “Your grandfather believes she was meant for something bigger,” he said. “He always said she was special. Even before we saw anything special in her.”
“And where did that lead us?” I snapped. “She left. She disappeared. She brought nothing but trouble. Yet everybody keeps holding on to her shadow like a ghost we owe something to.”
I swallowed hard, feeling heat flood my eyes, but I refused to blink. I refused to cry again.
Then I took a breath and looked at both of them.
“I want my life back,” I whispered. “I want my place back. I want to walk into that company and not feel like I am standing in someone else’s shadow. I want to be enough without competing with a memory.”
Dad nodded slowly. “Then you have
