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Chapter 18 — A Quiet Kind of War

Luke didn’t mean to see it.

He’d only stopped by the Upper West Side café to pick up the espresso beans Eva liked. He told himself it was for the studio—an act of thoughtfulness, not weakness.

But then he saw them.

Eva.

And Noah.

Standing too close. Talking too softly. And then—God. That ki...