Naomi's POV
The morning came slowly, dragging itself into the room like it didn’t want to be here either. The sunlight was duller than yesterday’s blazing arrival, a soft grey that smeared across the ceiling and walls like watercolor.
The chair beside my bed was empty. No Layla, no Ava, no loud laughter bouncing off the walls. The leftover warmth of yesterday's chaos had cooled into a strange stillness. I didn't hate it, but it pressed against me in that quiet way loneliness does when it sneaks in uninvited.
I flipped through the book Layla had left behind. Still bookmarked on the first page. Figures.
There was a knock, short and familiar.
"Come in," I called, expecting a nurse or someone with breakfast.
Theo stepped in.
Wearing a navy hoodie that I suspected was stolen from his col
