Evaline:
The strangest part about discovering a possible mole in Kieran's team was how easily the next morning pretended nothing had happened.
Sleep had not come to me peacefully. I remembered lying awake between Kieran and Oscar, feeling their breaths, their warmth, their arms wrapped around me... but the shadows of our findings lingered. And yet, when dawn finally bled through the curtains, they all woke as if our world hadn't tilted dangerously on its axis just hours ago.
If this was how they wanted to play it, I was more than happy to follow.
We had a late breakfast in the vast dining room, late morning sunlight warm on the table, the clinking of cutlery almost offensively normal. The staff moved around with polite bows, their expressions unreadable, but I noticed more eyes lingering on me now.
Half of them personally witnessed my "meltdown". And the other half had learned about it from the first.
Good. Because it saved us the trouble of explaining.
