Amelia came out of the kitchen with a bowl of heated chicken soup. The moment she stepped into the living room, she saw Christopher fast asleep on the couch.She slowed to a stop, gently set the bowl down, and walked over. As she looked at his pale, worn face, something tugged at her chest. A quiet ache spread through her.She reached out, wanting to smooth the crease between his brows. Her fingers hovered just above his forehead, then slowly pulled back, afraid of disturbing the rare peace in his sleep.Amelia turned and went into the bedroom, came back with a light blanket, and carefully draped it over Christopher.She crouched beside the couch, watching him in silence for a while before getting up to clean the dishes scattered around.Just then, the bedroom door creaked open, and a small figure peeked out.Evelyn stepped out in pink bear pajamas, rubbing her sleepy eyes, her hair messy. She was clearly woken by the noise from the living room.The moment she saw Christopher ly
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