Scarlett's Pov
I didn’t know how long I’d been asleep, but judging by the fact that it was already dark outside, I would say I'd been out for at least seven hours.
The sleep had been deep, almost comatose, the kind that happens only when exhaustion has taken its toll, but as I blinked myself awake, it dawned on me that sleep hadn’t brought any clarity—just a temporary pause on the chaos.
I dragged myself out of bed and lazily grabbed my phone from the bedside table. Heading downstairs, I made a beeline for the kitchen, hoping a warm cup of tea would do something to soothe the mess of thoughts starting to buzz around my head.
I didn't bother turning on the lights in the kitchen, and being in the dark made the whole place feel strangely calm. After making myself a cup, I leaned against
