JADA'S POV
The warmth of the morning sunlight crept through the curtains, gently coaxing me out of the realms of slumber. As consciousness slowly returned, the events of the previous night flooded back, each revelation crashing against the shores of my mind like relentless waves. I opened my eyes to a room that felt both familiar and foreign, the air heavy with the weight of secrets and betrayals.
Xander's lullaby lingered in the corners of my memory, a comforting echo in the aftermath of chaos. I sat up, the soft sheets falling away as reality asserted itself. I looked around as if I had found myself in a new world. I looked around and my gaze fell on Martina. She was one loyal friend who had been with me through thick and thin.
Martina, ever watchful, was seated by the window, her ga
