Mary Ann’s POV
For several moments, I sat completely still with the blanket wrapped around my shoulders.
The office was quiet around me. Pale morning light entered through the unfinished windows, falling across the scattered reports and repair plans on my desk. My neck ached from sleeping in the chair, and one side of my face still carried the faint pressure mark from my folded arm.
I should have been annoyed with myself for falling asleep over work again.
Instead, all my attention remained on the blanket.
I had not placed it there.
The last thing I remembered was reviewing the winter medicine budget and telling myself I would rest after finishing one more page. There had been no blanket over the chair beside me. No one had entered while I was awake.
Someone had come during the nigh
