Chapter 28

Maeve’s POV

I slipped out of the walk-in closet, tugging at the hem of my oversized hoodie. The one that had become my armor against the world.

The soft fabric smelled faintly of laundry detergent, a small comfort in the chaos of my morning routine.

I’d spent way too long in there, staring at my reflection in the full-length mirror, trying to psych myself up for the day ahead.

My eyes were still