(Olivia's POV)
The world came back to me slowly.
It was like rising from the depths of a dark, silent ocean. The first sensation was warmth—the heavy weight of blankets over my body. Then, the distant hum of voices, muffled as though they came from another world altogether. My eyelids felt heavy as though they had been glued shut for days. My mouth was dry, my throat sore. I tried to move my fingers, but even they felt sluggish.
"She's waking up!"
The voice that broke through the fog was familiar, tinged with relief. My eyes fluttered open, blinking repeatedly as the light seared through my haze. Slowly, I managed to focus. A face hovered above me, and it didn't take long to realize who it was.
"Sarah," I croaked, my voice barely audible. My throat stung with the effort.
Her hazel ey
