Morning slammed into me like a door I didn’t want to open.
A few more days trapped in Razan City. I already wanted out—home, safety, anywhere but here.
I dragged myself downstairs anyway. The lounge smelled of stale fear and yesterday’s sweat. Everyone was already gathered. Even Dora, who didn’t even glance at me.
Except Mr. Vincent.
My stomach tightened, and I exhaled quietly—it was almost as if he knew I didn’t want to face him.
Joy spotted me instantly. She patted the seat beside her, urgent.
“Joy,” I greeted softly, sliding into the seat.
“You crashed hard last night,” she said, voice low.
“I came to your room and knocked, but it seemed like you were already asleep… even though the light was still on.”
“Oh.” My gaze dropped to my lap. “Must’ve forgotten to switch it off.” The
