MELISSA’S POV

The flight back to Manchester felt like the longest ride of my life. My body might have been inside that plane, but my mind was running in places it shouldn’t, tangled between unanswered questions and this gnawing dread I couldn’t shake.

I couldn’t even close my eyes. I’d already slept too much yesterday, not by choice but because my body had given up on me after that strange dizziness. Now, fully awake and restless, all I could do was sit in my cramped seat, ...