Eve's POV
The vote was on a Wednesday.
Eve woke up before her alarm.
She lay in the dark for a moment and listened to Damian breathing beside her.
She got up quietly so she wouldn't wake him.
Went downstairs.
Made coffee.
Sat at the kitchen table alone in the dark and held the cup and let herself feel the weight of the morning.
This was the day.
After everything.
This was the day.
Damon came down at six.
He took one look at her and sat across from her without saying anything. Poured himself coffee. Looked at her face.
"How are you feeling," he said.
"Strange," she said. "Like I've been moving toward something for so long that I don't know what to do with actually being here."
"That's normal," he said.
"Is it," she said.
"You've been running at full speed for eight months," he said. "Your body doesn't know how to slow down yet." He paused. "It'll figure it out after today."
She looked at him.
"What if it doesn't pass," she said.
He looked back at her steadily.
