Amelia POV

The morning sunlight filtered in lazily through the half-drawn curtains, warm against my skin but not enough to ease the stiffness in my bones. I hadn’t meant to fall asleep—I hadn’t even changed out of yesterday’s clothes. I’d just closed my eyes for a moment, wrapped in thoughts I couldn’t escape, and somehow, exhaustion had pulled me under.

When I stirred, the world felt disoriented. My limbs were heavy, my mouth dry. I blinked at the unfamiliar ceiling above me, ...