By Mary Collins • February 28, 2026 • Share
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She was huddled in his blankets, an oversized flannel shirt hanging from her shoulders. Her blue dress lay in a stiff, sodden heap beside the bed, a testament to the night’s events.
The room was silent except for the soft hum of the heater working overtime to combat the chill that had settled in. She pulled the flannel tighter, breathing in the faint scent of him that clung to the fabric.
Her mind was a whirlwind of emotions—fear, confusion, a flicker of hope. She replayed the last few hours over and over, trying to make sense of it all. Had it really happened?
The sudden knock on the door startled her. She froze, heart pounding, unsure whether to answer. The knock came again, more insistent this time.
Curiosity and anxiety waged a war within her. She rose slowly, her bare feet barely making a sound on the cold wooden floor. She hesitated before the door, her hand hovering above the handle, every muscle tensed.
With a deep breath, she turned the handle, preparing herself for whatever lay on the other side.
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