The moonlight was soft, spilling through the wide windows of the farmhouse as Evelyn stirred in the warmth of the bed. She was warm, so impossibly warm—nestled under the soft sheets, still feeling the lingering heat of their closeness, the residue of their intimate moments.
But as her eyes fluttered open, she realized something was missing.
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