Chapter 33

• **Evelina's POV**
• I woke up the next morning to realise I’d slept nearly 12 hours straight. There were vague remnants of a memory or maybe a dream of Gabe coming to bed and slinging an arm around my waist. Maybe I’d snuggled deeper against him. Maybe I hadn’t. Maybe it was all a figment of my imagination. Or wishful thinking. I forlornly walked towards the kitchen only to see Amaya waiting for me in the living room. Papa was sitting on the couch he’d slept on, a mug of coffee in his hands. His eyes were red, as if he hadn’t slept properly. I would have inquired after him but right now, I needed to speak with Amaya.
• “I have it,” Amaya told me in an undertone, directing me into her room.