The house was completely silent.

I gently pushed open the door to the master bedroom.

Only a small bedside lamp was on.

Evelyn lay under the heavy quilt, sleeping peacefully.

The harsh treatments had taken a terrible toll on her body, but tonight her face looked rested.

Without the auburn hairpiece, the one Samantha had ripped off in front of three hundred guests, her bare scalp showed.

To me, she had never looked more beautiful.