The morning sun, usually a gentle balm, felt like a harsh, unwelcome glare through Evelyn’s curtains. She stirred, a wave of nausea washing over her, churning her stomach with unsettling ferocity. Her head throbbed, a dull, insistent drumbeat behind her eyes, and her limbs felt strangely heavy, leaden. She pushed herself up, a groan escaping her lips as the room spun momentarily. Just a little lightheaded, she tried to convince herself, a bad night's sleep. But she knew it was more. She managed to make her way to the bathroom, splashing cold water on her face, trying to quell the rising queasiness. Her reflection looked pale, her eyes shadowed. When she finally descended the stairs for breakfast, moving slower than usual, Hunter was already in the dining room with Grandma, a cup of steaming tea in his hand. He looked up as she entered, his gaze immediately sharpening, an almost imperceptible flicker of concern in his eyes. "Good morning, Evie," he said, his voice quiet, his usual m
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