Vera’s POV

The next morning, soft light poured through the open curtains, dragging me out of sleep.

I groaned quietly, burying my face into the pillow, hoping to steal just a few more minutes of rest.

No such luck.

When I finally cracked my eyes open, I found myself staring at the same old woman from yesterday, standing at the foot of my bed with her arms crossed.

"Stand up!" she barked, her voice sharp and commanding.

I blinked at her slowly, my mind still heavy with sleep.

Was she ...