Gwen lay in her bed, trying to find comfort in sleep's embrace, but it remained elusive.

As hours passed, she gave in to her restlessness. She carefully got out of bed, leaning on her trusty cane, and made her way through the dimly lit corridors to Dylan bedroom.

The room was shrouded in darkness, concealing him. At first, she couldn't make out his form, but as her eyes adjusted, she saw him standing by the window, holding a glass of wine, lost in thought.

Breaking the silence, she spoke softly, her words tinged with curiosity. "Couldn't sleep, Dylan?" It was the same question he had asked her countless times over...