Amelia POV

The quiet in my room felt wrong in every single way possible.

The silence wasn't peaceful.

It felt heavy and thin at the same time, like it could tear if I breathed too loudly.

I laid on my back, staring at the ceiling while pale moonlight slipped through the curtains, spilling across the stone floor.

My arm ached a little under the bandage.

The pain felt like a reminder to how close I was to dying.

I turned my head slightly, swallowing as my throat tightened as the ...