The next morning came too fast.
Evelyn noticed it immediately—the way Liora moved slower than usual, the way her eyes were swollen and ringed with dark shadows that makeup couldn't fully hide. She hadn't slept. Not really. Anyone could see that.
They sat across from each other at the small kitchen table, two untouched cups of tea between them.
"Did you sleep at all?" Evelyn asked.
Liora shrugged, forcing a weak smile. "Define sleep."
Evelyn didn't push. She leaned back slightly and folded her arms, studying her friend with a calm that wasn't natural—it was practiced.
"Here's what's going to happen," Evelyn said. "You're going to the location they sent."
Liora stiffened immediately. "Alone?"
Evelyn's lips curved—not soft, not playful. Sharp. Controlled.
"No," she said. "Someone will go with you."
Liora frowned. "Who?"
"You'll see."
She paused, then added, "I won't be with you."
Liora's head snapped up. "What?"
