Riele stirred from sleep slowly, her limbs stretching lazily against soft sheets. For a moment, everything was still, a blank page between dreams and reality. Then came the sound—faint, bright, bubbling.

Laughter.

Giggles, too.

She blinked open her eyes. That voice—Charlotte. And that laugh… Harry’s. She sat up halfway, blinking as she tried to get her bearings. She rubbed her eyes, then turned toward the window where morning light filtered through the curtains. In the distance, more ...