Eveline.He's already at the counter when I come down, laptop open, coffee steaming beside him, sleeves rolled to the elbow like it's any other morning in this house."Morning," he says, not looking up.That's it. One word. No mention of the front window, or the stairs, or the way he said my name like it belonged to him. I stand in the doorway for a second longer than I mean to, waiting for something, a glance, a flicker, anything to prove last night happened to him too and not just to me.But I get nothing but the sound of his keyboard, steady and unbothered.I pour myself coffee I don't actually want, just to have something to do with my hands, and watch him over the rim of the cup. His jaw doesn't tighten as much. He's reading something on the screen with the exact same clinical focus he brings to a chart, and I could be anyone standing in this kitchen right now — the housekeeper, a stranger, a niece who exists purely for appearances."That's all you have to say to me," I say. "M
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