Sofia's POV
The night was a haze of confusion. I jumped between dreams, never really finishing any of them. And by morning, I'm almost as tired as when I went to bed. My body is sore, and my chest hurts. Someone has patched me up, but some wounds have bled through their bandaids.
Jacob is snoring softly by my side. Lucas Is holding me from behind. He is still asleep, which is uncommon.
Carefully not to wake any of them, I sneak out of Lucas's grasp and crawl out of bed. The sun shines brightly through the slightly adjured curtains. I close them before hurrying into the bathroom to do my business. There is no need for turning on the light in her. The sun is handling it fine on its own. After brushing my teeth, I stay in front of the mirror and peel off the bandaids around my bruised
