After ending the call with Desmond, Anabel sat on the edge of her bed for a moment, smiling to herself. The warmth of his voice still feels alive in her ears, and the memory of their evening together plays over and over in her mind like a favorite song.

She stood and walked to her wardrobe, pulling out a soft cotton robe and a fresh set of nightwear. As she changed out of her dress to a towel, she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror—her cheeks still slightly flushed, her eyes brighter than they had been in months. Love had a way of softening even the hardest days....