DAPHNEThe stone cottage was warm, quiet, and filled with the gentle, orange glow of a crackling fire in the hearth.I sat on the edge of the soft mattress near the fireplace, wrapping my hands tightly around a steaming ceramic mug of hot herbal tea. The heavy rain pounded rhythmically against the glass windows and the thick wooden roof above, but inside the cottage, the air smelled like dried lavender, cedar, and pine. For the first time in weeks, the tight, suffocating knot in my chest felt slightly looser.Gideon walked over from the small kitchen counter, carrying a clean woolen blanket. He didn't rush. He moved with a slow, deliberate respect, stopping right in front of where I sat on the edge of the bed."Here," Gideon said softly, his deep voice carrying a smooth, comforting warmth. "Wrap this around your shoulders. The mountain air gets cold quickly at night.""Thank you, Gideon," I murmured, offering him a small, tired smile as I reached up to take the blanket.Our fingers br
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