Sarah’s POV
The first thing I felt was a soft, repetitive movement on my hair, almost like someone trying to smooth down strands that had become messy from crying, and although my mind was still foggy from exhaustion, my body reacted instantly because the sensation did not belong to Dawn.
My eyes opened slowly, and as the blurry room came into focus, I froze the moment I recognised the person sitting on the bed beside me, leaning forward with a worried expression that twisted something uncomfortable in my chest.
It was Kyle.
A sharp wave of panic rushed through me, and before I could stop myself, I pushed my body backward toward the far edge of the bed, moving as fast as someone could after spending hours trembling and crying.
My limbs felt heavy, my throat felt tight, and there was a
