SageEllen hesitated, lips pressed thin, worry clear. Finally she nodded, stepping back, but instead of leaving, she lingered by the doorway, arms crossed, watching.I turned back to the stove, flipping the eggs, but I could feel her gaze on my back like a weight.“I won’t be able to continue if you keep staring at me like that,” I said without turning, voice dry.A soft huff—half laugh, half sigh. “I’m only making sure you don’t overdo it.”“I need to be alone, Ellen.”Silence. Then the quiet shuffle of her footsteps retreating, the door closing softly behind her.I finished in peace—eggs perfectly fluffy, bacon crisp, everything arranged neatly on a new tray with fresh coffee and juice.When I carried it upstairs, Eve was sitting up in bed, sheet pulled to her chest, hair tousled and beautiful in the morning light.Her eyes lit up at the sight of the food, then softened when they met mine.We ate together cross-legged on the bed, plates balanced on our laps, trading bites and quiet
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