Amelia POV

Time had stopped meaning anything.

I didn’t know if it was morning or night anymore—only that my body felt heavy, hollowed out from the inside like something essential had been scooped away and discarded. The room smelled stale, like fear and dust and my own sweat. My throat burned every time I swallowed, dry and aching, and my head throbbed with a dull, relentless pain that pulsed behind my eyes.

I dragged myself off the bed again.

I had lost count of how many times ...