Sophia's POV
I stirred on the bed as the shrill sound from the alarm disturbed my peaceful sleep. The morning light streamed through the curtains of my bedroom, painting the room in a soft, golden glow. The encounter with Donald and Laura at the hospital, the sharp sting of Laura’s words, the unsettling sight of Donald’s surprise – it all seemed a little less vivid, a little less painful, in the clear light of a new day.
As I sat properly on the bed, memories of the previous day began to flood my mind, but this time, there was a different undercurrent to them. Instead of anger or despair, there was a quiet sense of resolution, a feeling that I had finally turned a corner.
I had woken with a singular thought, one that had been bubbling in the back of my mind. I didn't want to think abou
