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AUTHORS’S POV
Sloane laid motionless on the large bed, her body sinking into the plush mattress, but comfort felt like a foreign concept tonight.
The dim glow from the bedside lamp barely illuminated the shadows that clung to the corners of the room, leaving it bathed in a soft, golden haze.
She could hear the muffled hum of the city outside—cars passing, distant voices, the occasional siren slicing through the quiet—but none of it reached her.
Her mind was elsewhere.
Somewhere far beyond this room, beyond this city, beyond the life she had built here in an attempt to escape the past.
The sheets beneath her felt cool against her skin, yet her body burned with restlessness.
She turned onto her side, staring at the plain white curtains swaying slightly from the air conditi
