I wake the next morning, unsure of how I ever fell asleep. Things are still foggy and I feel like I may have dreamed about it all. My hand instinctively reaches up, my fingers brushing my lips lightly as I recall the kiss.

The warmth of his touch lingers, making it impossible for me to think clearly. What was that and why am I still thinking about it now?

I slowly rise from the bed and notice a blanket covering me. It’s the same one as the night I slept in the chair. Has Evelyn been in ...