Lucy’s POV:
I opened my eyes sluggishly, my vision blurred as the haze of sleep clung stubbornly to my senses. My head throbbed with a dull, relentless ache, as though it had been struck repeatedly.
Slowly, I sat up, bracing myself against the rough, uneven ground beneath me. My gaze darted around, taking in my surroundings. I was on a narrow, dirt-laden path that led into the woods. The dense canopy of trees loomed overhead, their branches intertwined like skeletal fingers.
Confusion settled over me like a storm cloud. How had I ended up here?
Then it struck me—memories came crashing into my mind like an unrelenting tide. The events of the night before unfolded vividly, each detail as sharp as a blade.
“Stephanie,” I whispered, my voice trembling as I rose to my feet.
“Stephani
