Throughout it all, they noticed how Ivan never truly left Eve's side. His attention to her was instinctive, as though it no longer required any thought. It was so much more than before, and seeing it unfold so naturally warmed their hearts in a way words could not quite capture.
If there was one thing the events in Dartmouth had given them, it was this.
Whatever pain and chaos had come with it, it had drawn Evelyn and Ivan closer than they had ever been. And after learning that their lives had been intertwined from the very beginning, it felt less like a coincidence and more like the world gently correcting itself.
It was currently twelve in the afternoon, with the sun shining brightly upon them. Rain had been scarce these days, but the nights were much chillier, accompanied by strong winds. Damien, Cece, Edward, and Eve sat at a table in the royal library, thick books spread out in front of each of them.
