Chapter 83 Shopping?

• The following morning, Becca awoke to the gentle rays of sunlight streaming through the open windows, casting a warm glow across the room. Blinking away the remnants of sleep, she stretched languidly beneath the soft duvet, her movements slow and deliberate.
• As she sat up, a sense of disorientation washed over her, and she furrowed her brow in confusion. "How did I end up under the duvet?" she murmured to herself, her voice barely above a whisper. Despite the fog of sleep still clouding her mind, she remembered drifting off to sleep the night before, the events of the evening replaying in her mind like a distant dream.
• Shaking off her confusion, Becca swung her legs over the side of the bed and rose to her feet, her steps hesitant as she made her way across the room. Fatigue weighed heavily on her limbs, each step feeling like a chore as she trudged towards the bathroom.