
Evelyn's POV
The morning light streamed through the curtains, casting a golden hue over the room, but there was no warmth in it. Not for me. Not when I woke up to the suffocating weight of Hayden's arm draped possessively around my waist, his face buried near my shoulder, his breath fanning against my skin like a silent reminder that I was still trapped in this nightmare.

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