Enzo's Pov
When we are finally back in the car, she is crying again. These are not the loud, angry sobs from her confrontation, but quiet, exhausted ones that shake her shoulders in a relentless, weary rhythm. I do not try to stop her or fill the heavy silence with empty, comforting words. I just start the engine and drive away from that poisonous, beautiful house, letting her pour all the hurt and betrayal out into the safe space between us. In the back seat, Lotus is uncharacteristically quiet, resting her head on the seat and staring out the window with a solemn, almost understanding expression, as if she can feel the profound weight of Eden's pain, too.
My heart aches for both of them. The truth is now painfully clear: their own mother engineered this bitter rivalry, this deep-seated resentment between them. The poisonous seed of vengeance Beatrice planted in Eliza has festered for years, twisting her from the inside out until she became this.
