Eva’s POVThere was a knock on the door that startled me. I didn’t answer. The knock came again, louder this time. I knew immediately it wasn’t Alice or Josephine. My heart sank — I already suspected it was Jacob, probably with a staff member, trying to coax me into eating.I didn’t feel like eating. But I couldn’t keep refusing forever. If not for myself, then at least for Riva, I had to try.The door wasn’t locked. Whoever was outside must have realized it, because it opened slowly.It was Garcia.I was surprised, but also relieved — happy, even. I had barely spent a day with her, yet her warmth and care had melted something inside me. She reminded me of the housekeeper Shefali and I had when we first moved to New York, back in those fragile, hopeful university days.Garcia’s eyes were red, as if she had been crying, but she still managed to flash her radiant smile. She pushed in a food cart with a fruit platter and soup.“Hello, Garcia… you here?” I asked, my surprise evident, thou
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