~RYLAN

As I returned to my room, I couldn’t sleep.

It felt like a veil was over my head—suffocating and slowly stifling any hope of rest. And surely, there was a veil.

Not a physical one, but a veil of thoughts—dark, overwhelming, and relentless—that I couldn’t stop turning over in my head.

I couldn’t stop thinking about what had happened during the day. Or more precisely, what had almost happened to Nyra.

She could have been gone forever.

She could’ve disappeared from my life ...