Eva

As I sat beside Lorenzo in the car, my gaze drifted out the window, lost in thought. The events of the evening swirled in my mind like a vortex, leaving me reeling.

Lorenzo's hands moved deftly over the steering wheel, his eyes fixed on the road ahead. I knew he was trying to give me space, to let me process everything that had happened.

Meanwhile, Lorenzo's mother had departed in her own vehicle, her driver waiting discreetly outside to whisk her away to the pack house.

I also wondered if this woman was preoccupied with the Erica confrontation, as I couldn't shake off the shocking 180-degree transformation in her...