Sophia woke to sunlight streaming through huge windows. For a moment, she didn’t recognize the ceiling above her and felt a tiny panic—where was she? Then she remembered last night and sank into the incredibly soft mattress, feeling relief.
She was safe. She was home. She was with her family.
The clock read 9:47 AM. She realized she’d slept more deeply than she had—no nightmares, no waking up in fear.
A soft chime drew her attention to a tablet mounted on the wall. Alexander's face appeared on the screen, clearly a pre-recorded message.
“Good morning, Sophia. I hope you slept well. Don’t feel pressured to come downstairs if you’re not ready. Rest as long as you need. But if you’re hungry, Mrs. Matilda made breakfast, and we’re all eager to spend time with you. Take your time we’re not
