Evan slept for a long time. When he finally woke up and checked his phone, it was already seven in the evening.
He heard faint footsteps and other subtle noises coming from outside the bedroom.
At first, he thought he was imagining it, but then he heard the distinct sound of the stove being lit in the kitchen. Now he was certain someone else was in the house.
Evan got out of bed. Even before opening the door, he had a pretty good idea of who it was.
But as he gently pulled the door open, the warm, yellow light from the living area flooded into the dark room, and something stirred in his heart.
The house was filled with the savory aroma of cooking and the gentle scent of fresh rice—the comforting smells of a home-cooked meal.
He followed the scent to the kitchen and saw her instantly. In the open-plan kitchen, a girl with her hair in a low ponytail, wearing a warm yellow sweater and a light pink apron, stood with her back to him, stirring something on the stove.
The sight filled Evan with a feeling he hadn't experienced in a long time. He couldn't quite put a name to it, but it moved him deeply.
Outside, an extreme cold front gripped Averton City, but inside, the floor heating kept the house toasty, and the air was thick with the sweet fragrance of food.
Evan just stood there quietly, watching the busy figure in the kitchen, feeling something inside him slowly begin to melt.
After leaving Kingsbridge Park with the blanket that morning, Melissa had gone straight back to the hospital. Her father had a check-up that day, and she had to be there for him.
But while she waited, her thoughts kept drifting back to the exhausted Evan. She was worried about him but didn't know what to do.

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