The room was dim, the faint glow of the moonlight spilling through the curtains like a lazy intruder. Annabelle lay sprawled across the bed, her body twisting and turning as if the sheets were conspiring against her. She sighed, flopping onto her back, and staring at the ceiling. Sleep was playing hard to get again. “Typical,” she thought, her lips curling into a faint, frustrated smile. Marriage was supposed to be this magical thing, right? But no one warned her about the nights like this—the ones where her mind raced like a runaway train, refusing to hit the brakes.
“What the heck is that Erebus?” she muttered under her breath, her voice barely above a whisper. The word had been gnawing at her all day, like a splinter she couldn’t quite pull out. She and Derek had spent hours researchin
