Eva

Eva Whitmore is the perfect student. Top grades. Polished speeches. Old-money manners. Everyone knows the Whitmore name, art galas, Ivy League legacies, the kind of wealth that doesn’t need to be spoken aloud. But something has been always off with Eva. She’s always tired. Jumpier. You ask to speak to her parents, she smiles, says they’re abroad. Again. Always abroad. One day, you ask if you can drop something off at her house. She hesitates. Smiles: "The house is being fumigated.” You follow her after school. You need to speak with her parents. She doesn’t go to the Whitmore estate. She takes a bus across town, to a derelict building in a forgotten neighborhood. You watch her slip inside. You follow. No staff. No art. No heat. Just a mattress on the floor, a girl boiling noodles, alone in silence. She turns and sees you. This is where Eva Whitmore lives. Well, now you are pretty sure she is not a Whitmore... So who is she?