The day's emotional turmoil had taken its toll on Evelyn. After their heart-wrenching conversation in the attic, she had retreated to the living room, seeking the soft comfort of the couch. The gentle rustle of the evening breeze and the rhythmic ticking of the grandfather clock were a soothing lullaby. She had curled up, a book resting unread on her chest, and without realizing it, she had drifted into a deep, peaceful sleep. Hunter found her there, a quiet, vulnerable figure in the soft lamplight. Her hair was a messy cascade of dark waves against the cream-colored cushions, and her face, in the peaceful repose of sleep, was a study in soft vulnerability. All the defenses, the walls she had so painstakingly built, were gone. He felt a profound, aching tenderness swell in his chest. He moved quietly, a silent shadow in the room. From a nearby chair, he retrieved a thick, woolen blanket, one that Grandma always kept there. With meticulous care, he knelt beside the couch and gently
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