The night was calm. I lay on the bed, one arm tucked under my head, staring at the ceiling.
Then a faint scent of jasmine drifted through the room as Evelyn walked in, wrapped in a silk robe, her damp hair cascading over her shoulders. She slipped under the sheets beside me and lay on her side, facing away, silent.
My gaze settled on her. I knew that silence.
It wasn’t peace.
I reached out, brushing my fingers gently across her shoulder. “What’s going on in that head of yours?” I asked softly. “You’ve been quiet since dinner.”
Evelyn hesitated. Then, with a quiet sigh, she spoke. “I was just… thinking about where I was… and where I am now. I’m just grateful, Nathaniel. For you. For Faith. For all of this. I don’t even know what I did to deserve you.”
I turned onto my side, facing her
