Evelyn’s PoV

I opened my eyes to the morning sunshine streaming through my windows. I yawned and wished this day was as special as it was meant to be. My 18th birthday. I had turned a year older and my mother was still in a coma. I wanted my mother here, awake, smiling at me like she did when she birthed me.

“Happy birthday, Evelyn!” I jumped as Luca entered my room, opening the door and carrying a small basket in his arms.

I forced a smile. “Thanks, Luca.”

“I had the whole day planned for us,” he said with a wide smile. “You’ll love it.”

I agreed, though there...