Chapter 82

　　Alina's POV 　　After my shower, I walked slowly to the window and glanced outside. 　　The snow was really coming down. The ground had been covered in white, like it had been wrapped in a silver blanket. Even the night seemed brighter because of the snow's reflection. 　　Suddenly, a wave of impulse surged in me. 　　I picked up my phone, really wanting to call Freddy—just to hear his voice. 　　But after a moment of hesitation, I worried that he wouldn’t answer, which would be awkward. 　　So, instead, I sent him a voice message. Even if I couldn't hear his voice, at least he could hear mine and know that I was thinking of him. 　　After sending the voice message, I went to the living room, took out the yarn, and started knitting the sweater. 　　The world around me was quiet, and my heart calmed down as I focused on the yarn and needles in my hands. 　　Freddy's POV 　　Around two in the morning, I was jolted awake by a nightmare. 　　Sweat covered my forehead, and a rare sense of