The morning light seeped through the curtains, casting a soft glow over the room as I groggily awoke to the sound of someone knocking on the door. My heart skipped a beat, and I sat up, rubbing the sleep from my eyes. The knock came again, more insistent this time, and I hurried to make myself presentable. A quick glance in the mirror showed a tangle of bedhead that I tried to smooth out with my fingers, hoping it would pass as somewhat intentional.
As I made my way to the door, a mix of anticipation and nerves swirled in my chest. I hesitated for a second before turning the handle, taking a deep breath to steady myself. When I swung it open, Elias stood there, looking exactly as I remembered but with an expression that was far too serious for this early in the day.
Before I could greet
