The days after the letter felt like a countdown, each passing hour heightening their anxiety. Every knock at the door, every unfamiliar face in town sent their hearts racing. They couldn't shake the feeling that their carefully built lives were about to be torn apart once again.

Then, one evening, it happened.

The doorbell rang just after sundown. Lily and Rose exchanged a glance, dread pooling in their stomachs. Lily took a deep breath and opened the door.

A young woman stood on the doorstep. She was strikingly beautiful, with piercing eyes and an air of quiet intensity. She looked no older than they were—maybe even younger. And in her arms, she held a baby.

Stranger: "I'm looking for Lily and Rose."

Lily's breath caught in her throat.
Lily: "Who are you?"

The woman smiled, but it didn't reach her eyes.
Stranger: "You could say... I'm family."

Rose stepped forward, her voice unsteady.
Rose: "What do you mean? What's your name?"

The woman looked at them both, her expression unreadable.
Stranger: "My name is Eve. And Damian... he's my brother."