Meanwhile,
Back at Sanctuary Heights—
Dylan set the phone back in its place, his demeanor calm and completely unbothered.
It was as if the call from earlier hadn't affected him at all.
And perhaps … it truly hadn't.
His eyes shifted, glancing toward the two figures sleeping soundly on the bed.
The moment his gaze landed on them, something in his expression softened —subtly, yet undeniably.
The blanket draped over them looked slightly uneven, loosely gathered around their forms.
He noticed it immediately.
Walking closer, he reached out and carefully adjusted it, tucking it around them with quiet precision —ensuring they were properly covered, comfortable and, undisturbed.
His movements were gentle. Unhurried.
Once done, he lingered for a moment, his gaze resting on them longer than necessary.
Then, without another word, he turned away and left the room.
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The next day—
Morning came more comfortably than Adelyn had imagined.
