The faint hum of the day's work lingers in Evelyn's mind as she unlocks the door to her apartment.

Tossing her car key onto the console table by the door, she lets out a sigh.

Although the day had been good, with Ashby's treat and all, the prospect of curling up on her couch with a cup of coffee while pressing away at her phone is all she craves.

Leaning against her couch, she rubs her forehead with her fingers soothingly, the soft hum of the television filling the quiet room.

After a moment, she kicks off her shoes, feeling relieved as her feet finally find freedom.

Curling up under...