Gabrielle couldn’t sleep that night. The uneasy feeling about Evelyn gnawed at her, pulling her from one restless thought to another.
She couldn’t stop replaying the details—the way Evelyn had spoken, the cool composure that seemed like a mask, and the unsettling energy she had radiated.
It wasn’t just paranoia; Gabrielle was certain something was off, and she couldn’t shake the sense that Evelyn’s presence in Matthew’s life might bring trouble.
She tossed and turned in bed, the silence of the room amplifying her concerns. The clock on the nightstand ticked loudly, each second dragging on like an eternity.
Gabrielle could hear Matthew's steady breathing from across the room, his deep sleep unaffected by her inner turmoil. Despite the comfort of his presence, she couldn’t ignore the na
