Except she didn't.The television still glowed faintly against the far wall, the sound muted to a low buzz that's barely heard, except the flickering tv light catches anyone's attention. Valentina was curled sideways on the couch, the empty popcorn bowl balanced against her thigh, a few kernels and popcorn around her legs and in the bowl, her head resting on the back cushion. She hadn’t meant to drift, but the warmth of the blanket and the buttery smell had worked like a lullaby.The rain had started again at some point, thin streaks sliding down the windows, tapping the glass with a impatient rhythm. Somewhere in the house, the sounds of the chefs cleaning up the kitchen, the drawers closing, the pans clinking softly as they made dinner resonated around the house. The scent of melted butter now overpowered by whatever was being prepared.She stretched her toes under the blanket, absently watching the flicker of light across the coffee table. It wasn’t quite late, or maybe it was, bec
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