Chapter 83 Gentle Glow

• The cottage was quiet now, save for the soft crackle of the hearth and the rhythmic breathing of her boys. Meredith gently tucked the blanket around Marcus, brushing a strand of hair from his forehead. He stirred slightly but didn't wake.
• His small fingers clutched the fabric of his shirt. Her weary gaze fell to his temple, where lay the bandage she'd carefully applied.
• Slowly, she peeled it away, her heart skipping a beat. The wound that had bled so freely just hours ago was almost gone. Only a faint, silvery line remained, as if weeks—not hours—had passed.