Rosalynn's eyes flickered again. "Let's go visit her then."

She was determined to meet her supposed doppelganger.

Brian's eyebrow shot up. "Visit her? You sure?"

Rosalynn's sidelong glance held a challenge. "Why wouldn't I? Unless you have something to hide.”

Brian chuckled. "Absolutely not, sweetheart. I just don't want you to overexert yourself."

"I can handle it," she insisted.

Physical tiredness paled in comparison to mental fatigue. Rosalynn knew she wouldn't sleep in peace until she met this woman.

She checked the time, rose, and announced, “The soup should be ready. I'll go check it."

Brian hummed in response, his gaze lingering on her graceful figure with a softened expression.

His wife's desire to visit Betsy clearly indicated jealousy.

A jealous Rosalynn made him inexplicably happy. Her concerns instantly erased his fatigue.

A smile tugged at Brian's lips as he rubbed his temples and leaned back on the sofa for a well-deserved rest.

Rosalynn tended to the soup in the kitchen, then continued with three more dishes.

She pondered if she should pack some soup for Betsy.

Lost in thought, she emerged from the kitchen only to find Brian fast asleep on the sofa. Stifling a gasp, she tiptoed over and draped a blanket gently over him.

Brian was just resting with his eyes closed and letting his mind unwind. When he breathed in the familiar, soothing scent of Rosalynn, he gently pulled her close.

Holding her tight, he nestled his face into her soft hair, finding comfort with his eyes still shut.

Noticing how tired he was, Rosalynn softly asked, “Do you want to lie down in the bedroom for a bit?"

"What about you?" Brian's voice was a low, gravelly whisper. “Will you join me?"

"You should rest alone. I need to take the food to the hospital," she said gently.