Nora's POV

I felt strange as I woke up from bed the next day, acutely aware of the nightmare I had and intensely grateful to be alive. I pinched my skin to confirm that I was still alive. I breathed in relief, a smile lifting up the edges of my lips as I glanced around my bedroom, the sight of the familiar environment healing my frayed mind.

That was the perfect therapy I needed.

I moved to the bathroom, showered and dressed up, needing to feel alive and active. I was slipping on my earrings ...