KAIA

The next morning, I drag myself out of bed and head to the bathroom, splashing cold water on my face. In the mirror, I look pale and shaken, dark circles under my eyes from another restless night.

Between Vincent's late-night visit, the confrontation at work, and now this bizarre dream, I feel like I'm slowly coming apart at the seams.

Twenty minutes later, I’m dressed for work in a crisp white blouse tucked into a knee-length black skirt, my hair pulled back into a plain ponytail. ...