The days after Eve's arrival were filled with tension. She seemed to linger around them, watching, waiting. She asked questions—too many questions about Damian, about the past, about things they hadn't thought about in years.

It was unsettling, like she was trying to piece together a puzzle only she could see.

One night, after the kids had gone to bed, Rose confronted Lily.

Rose: "What do we do? Eve's not here just for answers. She wants something else. I can feel it."

Lily: "I know. But we need to keep our guard up. We don't know how much she knows—or what she's planning."

Rose: "What if she finds out everything? The things we never told anyone...?"

Lily sighed, her thoughts racing. There was a time in their past—before the babies, before Damian's betrayal—when things had gotten dark. Secrets had been buried, but now those secrets were clawing their way back to the surface.