Eve
“I do miss you!” I protested, voice cracking. “That part wasn’t a lie. I just… I had to do this quick. Before he got home. It’s not like I planned to—”
“Planned?” She whirled on me, eyes glistening now. “Eve, you planned enough to disguise yourself, sneak in, use your own space like it’s some secret lair, and then bolt with your little love offering. All for a man who treats you like property. And what about us? What about our friendship? You vanish for weeks, ignore my calls, and send me away like I’m nothing, and now this? You’re throwing it all away for him?”
Tears burned my eyes, but anger flared up too, hot and defensive. “It’s not that simple, Mia! You don’t understand what it’s like with him. The pressure, the expectations. I’m trying to make it work—”
“At what cost?” she sh
