Sarah's POVMorning came too soon.Or maybe it never really came at all.I didn’t remember sleeping. If I had, it hadn’t been rest—it had been something heavier, darker, the kind of sleep that drags you under without comfort and spits you back out just as broken as before. The first thing I felt was the cold. It clung to my skin, sharp and invasive, seeping through the thin fabric still wrapped around me. My body was stiff, curled awkwardly on the bed where I must’ve collapsed at some point during the night. My neck ached. My ankle throbbed—worse now, swollen and tight beneath the bandage Hunter had tied with careful, merciless hands.For a moment, I didn’t move.I just stared at the ceiling, blank, empty, like my mind hadn’t caught up to reality yet. The heavy blackout curtains still blocked the city lights, but a thin sliver of gray dawn had crept in through the gap, painting the dark wood panels in muted shadows. The room looked the same. Too big. Too clean. Too empty. Like nothing
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