Amelia POV

The morning sunlight streamed through the curtains, warm and soft against my skin—but inside, I felt frozen. The sound of birds outside, the faint clinking of dishes from the kitchen, even the gentle hum of the air conditioning… everything felt foreign.

I sat on the edge of the bed, clutching the silk sheets in my hands, trying to ground myself in something—anything—that felt real. But the more I tried, the more everything blurred.

Claire.

The name echoed in my ...