DeanI had barely slept all night, not a wink, not a second. I sat on the edge of the bed, elbows resting on my knees, staring angrily into the dim room. The curtains were still drawn, letting only a thin strip of morning light cut across the floor. Everything looked exactly the same as last night, yet somehow it all felt tighter, smaller, as if the walls themselves were pressing in on me.The same fury that had burned through my chest at the hotel still sat right there; heavy, hot, refusing to fade as much as I remembered.Behind me, Vivien slept soundly, her breathing slow and steady, completely untouched by the storm raging inside me. She shifted once, her hand brushing the sheet where my body should’ve been, but she didn’t wake up.I dragged a hand through my hair in frustration, jaw clenching.No matter how I tried to calm myself, the anger I felt kept twisting deeper and deeper. I was flaming inside, even a dragon didn’t stand a chance.The events of yesterday kept replaying in
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