Anna’s POVThe next morning, I woke up and headed for Yvonne's room. “Good morning, dear,” she offered, voice light. “Time for your medicine.”I sat up, shoulders still damp from sleep. “Ugh,” I muttered, blinking at the daylight. “That bitter taste again?”She laughed softly—no judgment, just warmth—and guided the cup toward my lips. I grimaced, but swallowed. The herbs burned down my throat. Yvonne waited patiently, her presence steady and unwavering.Once the last of the potion was gone, I let out a reluctant breath and turned to the side of my bed. My stomach tightened as I realized: no footsteps had come through my door in the night. No knock. No whisper. No scent of Mattias drifting through the hallway. Just... silence. My throat constricted, hope skipping.“I didn’t hear him,” I whispered, staring into the muted corridor beyond Yvonne’s doorway.She turned toward me, expression soft. “I’m sorry, Anna. I haven’t seen him either.”I swallowed. “Is it always like this? Never here
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