So instead, she would start cooking around dinnertime and keep the food warm. If it cooled, she would reheat it. After the third time, not minding the trouble, she would throw it all out and start over, determined that he would always have a fresh, hot meal waiting for him.
He glanced at the clock on the wall. It was well past midnight. With him gone, Evangeline finally let the mask of cheerfulness drop. Her shoulders slumped in exhaustion as she sat at the table, uncharacteristically quiet. She mechanically pushed the food into her mouth, the delicious-looking meal tasting like ash on her tongue.
Watching her desolate figure, Soren instinctively reached out a hand. But just as his fingers were about to touch her, he was jolted back to reality by an urgent, excited voice.
"Soren! You're awake! You're finally awake!"
He blinked, and the dream faded. Poppy was holding his hand, her eyes red with tears of joy.
The crushing disappointment of seeing her instead of Evangeline was immediate and overwhelming. Evangeline. The memory hit him with the force of a physical blow: she had been kidnapped. She had fallen from the cliff.
A sharp pain lanced through his heart. Propelled by an impulse he couldn't control, he threw back the covers and started for the door.
"Soren, where are you going? You haven't recovered yet!" Poppy cried, scrambling to stop him.
He brushed her hand away. "How long was I out?" He was already pulling out his phone to check the date. It was the evening of the next day. An entire day had passed.


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