The morning light filtered through the curtains, a soft, muted glow that pulled me from the grip of sleep. I stretched in bed, feeling the familiar ache in my body from the restless nights. As I sat up, something on the bedside table caught my eye—a small box, tied with an elegant silver ribbon, resting next to another, slightly smaller box.
Frowning, I reached for the first one. The ribbon slid away easily, revealing a sleek, expensive-looking smartphone inside. I lifted it out of the box, its weight solid in my hand, gleaming in the early morning light. The second box contained a pair of jade bangles, just like the ones Rosie wore.
Confusion swirled inside me as I stared at them. I hadn’t asked for these things. What was Faruk up to now?
As if in answer to my question, the phone vibra
