Elena's POVOn Vicky's first night in the house, I slept alone, as expected.Vampires don't need sleep.But before this, every night, Jason would come and lie beside me. The lights off, he couldn't see my face clearly, which made it easier, I imagined, to pretend I was her.The room was very quiet.I lay alone in the wide bed, the space beside me empty.I'd thought I had long since made peace with his coldness.But in that moment I understood: even a little charity, if given enough times, can become something you depend on.Even warmth that wasn't meant for you.Even closeness that only existed because of your face.I had cherished it anyway, in my small, quiet way.In the first year of the marriage, nightmares came often.I'd dream of the day my mother died — my stepmother walking through the door with her daughter on her arm. My father cradling his new child and laughing. Turning to me with eyes that went cold, like I was a problem he hadn't solved.More often I'd dream of kneeling i
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