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AUTHOR’S POV
The room was bathed in soft moonlight, silver beams slipping through the half-drawn curtains, casting a quiet glow over everything.
The movie they had been watching had long since ended, leaving only the low hum of the television’s static before it shut off automatically. Now, the room was silent except for the gentle rhythm of Sloane’s breathing.
Vivian lay on her side, her head propped against the pillow as she stared at Sloane, who was sleeping peacefully beside her.
For the first time in what felt like days, the tension had left Sloane’s face. No furrowed brows, no faint murmurs of distress—just quiet, undisturbed sleep.
It was rare to see her like this.
Vivian sighed softly, shifting a little but careful not to wake her. As she watched Sloane sleep, memor
