Chapter 180
- Marcel's POV
- The morning sunlight bled lazily through the curtains, golden and soft, but it did little to ease the weight in my chest.
- The scent of eggs and toast lingered in the air from breakfast, but I hadn’t tasted a damn thing. My eyes kept drifting to Evelyn, curled up on the living room rug with Max beside her, her little fingers twisting through the dog’s fur like nothing had happened yesterday.