The room is still dark when I wake up again, silence filling the space.
Even though I had a dreamless night, I knew it was because I was back in my pack, where my father wanted me to be.
Remembering why I came here, I sit up from the bed and check myself through the dim light. My clothes are still the ones I arrived in.
Carefully, I begin to tiptoe toward the door. My eyes scan the dark room for any sign of Ashvin in the lounge chair, but I see nothing.
Holding onto the wall for balance, I walk toward the chair, running my hand over the soft material. He’s not there.
My mind clicks into place as I remember there’s a switch nearby. I slide my hand over the wall, feeling for it despite the darkness until my fingers brush against the cold metal.
I flick it on, and a dim light floods the
