Sleep did not come easily.
Elizabeth twisted and turned beneath the covers, caught in an endless loop of restless dreams that pulled her deeper into the events of the day before.
The shop.
The flickering light above the register.
The low hum of conversation between customers.
And then, Ezra.
His presence was like a shadow stretching across the room, dark and consuming. She could still feel the weight of his gaze on her, the unspoken knowledge in his eyes. He had looked at her as if he knew her secrets before she even knew them herself. It wasn’t just unnerving it was magnetic in a way she didn’t want to admit.
In her dream, he stood just behind her, close enough that she could feel the warmth of his breath against her neck. She wanted to turn, to face him, but something held her sti
