Ethan guided her toward the guest bathroom. “You’re freezing,” he said. “Let’s get you warm.”

He filled the bathtub with warm water and handed her a towel. “Take your time.”

When she emerged twenty minutes later, wrapped in one of his oversized shirts, she looked like a different child — clean, soft curls falling over her forehead, eyes no longer filled with terror.

In the kitchen, Ethan prepared simple food: toast, soup, and hot cocoa. Sophie ate slowly, watching him carefully, as if afraid he might change his mind and throw her out. When she quietly slipped a cookie into her pocket, Ethan pretended not to notice.Groceries

As she finished, she whispered, “Can I sleep on the couch? I won’t make a mess.”

Ethan shook his head. “You’ll sleep in the guest room.”

Her eyes widened. “It’s too big.”

“It’s yours tonight,” he said gently.

He led her upstairs and tucked her into the large bed. “Goodnight, Sophie.”

“Goodnight, Mr. Ethan.”