Jeanice slowly opened her eyes. The soft glow from the room's lamp made her squint. She realized she was lying on a soft sofa with a neatly draped blanket over her. The room felt warm, with the scent of wood and a hint of mint that was soothing.

"Jeanice, you're awake," Evans' voice came from nearby. He was sitting in the chair above, his body slightly leaning forward, his gaze full of concern.

Jeanice tried to sit up, but her head still felt heavy. "Where am I?"

"In my apartment. " You passed out earlier, so I brought you here," Evans answered in a gentle tone.

Jeanice nodded slightly. She...