Andrea’s POV
The first thing I noticed when I opened my eyes was the smell.
Coffee. Faint traces of toasted bread. Sunlight leaking through thin curtains.
Then came the headache… sharp, pounding, like a thousand drums beating behind my eyes.
I winced and rolled onto my side, my skin damp with sweat, the sheets clinging to me like I’d been running for miles.
I looked around. I’m in my room. Everything was where it was supposed to be. But something wasn’t right.
I sat up slowly, rubbing my temples. The pounding wouldn’t stop. And my throat felt raw, like I’d been screaming. My limbs ached like I’d been in a fight, or like I hadn’t moved for days.
“Aunt Irish?” I called out, my voice scratchy. “Are you there?”
There was a clatter from the kitchen.
“I’m here!” she called back, chippe
