Olivia Martins

The morning light felt wrong, too soft, too warm, for how empty my chest was.

I hadn't slept. Not really. I stayed curled on the edge of the bed, eyes open, waiting for footsteps that never came. Caspian didn’t return. Not even once.

When I finally pushed myself to my feet, I felt like I was moving underwater. Every step toward Victoria’s room was heavy, like my bones remembered the weight of last night.

I knocked lightly. Victoria’s voice ...