She didn’t feel any better the entire day. Her body remained heavy, her lower back ached persistently, and her head throbbed without mercy. As night crept in, the discomfort clung to her like a fevered fog, making every breath and shift of movement feel like a chore. Thanks to Jen, however, she was at least able to take a warm bath. The house helper gently supported her, careful with every movement, even helping her into fresh clothes afterwards. Jen made several trips in and out of her room, always with something in hand; a tray of soup, a glass of water, slices of fruit. She moved with quiet purpose, like a nurse tending to a patient she genuinely cared about.Cayson hadn’t called all day. But that wasn’t unusual. He always waited until evening to check in on her… if he checked in at all.The television stayed on from mo
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