Liah’s POV

“You’re miles away today, Marin. You alright?” Tessa asked gently, pausing with her rag halfway up the wall.

I forced a small smile, but it didn’t reach my eyes. “I’m fine. Just... tired.”

She studied me a moment longer, brow furrowed. “You sure? You look like you didn’t sleep.”

I wanted to tell her about the dream—the memories crashing in like waves—but the words stuck, raw and bitter, and I didn't even fully understand them.

Instead, I nodded. “Just ...