POV: EVE
Three days after Nonna's visit, Eve had almost convinced herself she was ready.
Almost.
She sat cross-legged on Dimitri's bed with her laptop open and a contract spread across her knees, pretending to work. The words kept sliding off her eyes without sticking. She'd read the same paragraph four times and retained nothing except that it had something to do with a modeling clause and a non-compete agreement, and even that she wasn't entirely sure about.
Her phone sat face-up on the pillow beside her.
She wasn't watching it. She was absolutely not watching it.
It had been three days since Mike's call. Three days of silence from her brother....no texts, no follow-up, no angry voicemails. Just nothing. Which was somehow worse than the shouting. Mike's anger she knew how to handle. Mike's silence was a different creature entirely. It sat in her chest like something with weight, pressing down on everything beneath it.
