Willow's POV

The soft, golden light of afternoon seeped through the blinds, caressing my skin with a warmth that stirred me awake. My eyelids fluttered open, and as soon as they did, I knew, this wasn’t just any sleep. No, this was the kind of sleep that made everything feel distant, like I had traveled somewhere far away and then returned. The best sleep I’d had in eight years.

The weight of everything, the trauma, the heartbreak, the loss that had been crushing me for as long as I could ...