Amelia POV

A soft beeping sound pulled me from the abyss. My body felt heavy, my limbs weak, as if I had been submerged for too long. My eyelashes fluttered, and the blinding overhead light forced me to squint. The air smelled sterile—too clean. A faint chill wrapped around me, but it wasn’t the cold that made me shiver. It was the memory.

The water. The weight of my dress is pulling me under. The burning sensation in my lungs. The woman’s cruel smile.

My fingers twitched against the ...