Rising anger
Her denial sparked a visible shift, his expression darkening as his voice rose. “How can you not remember?” he demanded, raw emotion threading through his words. Whether it was anger or sheer frustration, Gracie couldn’t tell, but the sudden intensity made the small cottage feel stifling. She longed for an escape, any break from the suffocating weight of his reaction.
Rising Anger
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Offered warmth
Sensing her unease—or noticing her involuntary shiver—the man’s features softened. From a corner, he retrieved a heavy, timeworn blanket, its age obvious though its warmth unquestionable. “Here,” he said more gently, offering it out to her. Though hesitant, Gracie accepted, pulling it around her shoulders, the fabric’s rough comfort easing the chill.
Offered Warmth