Bree’s POVI was jolted from sleep by an unsettling sort of silence.Not the gentle kind that wraps around you like a warm hug or the serene type that blesses lazy Sunday mornings. No, this was the kind of quiet that closed in on my chest, making it feel impossibly tight, as if I were trapped in a vise, while my brain struggled to process just what was going on.I blinked a few times, my eyes adjusting to the dim light.The steady whir of a ceiling fan drifted lazily above me, and I felt the cool touch of crisp sheets against my skin. There was a velvet curtain drawn halfway open, letting in streaks of gray morning light. But as I took in my surroundings, a sense of confusion washed over me.This was definitely not my cozy little bedroom at home, nor was it even my aunt’s cluttered, stuffy house filled with her meticulously arranged trinkets and suffocatingly cheerful wallpaper.This was—My brain felt like it was spinning, a whirlwind of thoughts and memories colliding as I tried to
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