Clara Torres (POV)

The morning sun poured into my room through the glassy window, leaving the reflection of yesterday's activity. My eyelids felt like the weight of lead, slowly drooping like sunset. I leaned forward, elbows on knees, as if trying to hold myself upright.

My body was rigid compared to the soft bed I was sitting on. I yawned heavily, still feeling sleepy, yesterday's stress was still etched in my bones. Every fiber of my body resonates in pain, my hair falls over my shoulder in ...