OLIVIA’S POV
The soft hum of silence cocooned me as I slept, but it was a restless sleep—one marred by fits of tossing and turning. I must have cried myself into this pitiful exhaustion because the soreness around my eyes confirmed it. My dreams had been cruel, replaying memories and fears on an endless loop, only to snap me awake in a cold sweat.
Then it happened—the noise.
A sharp clink, the unmistakable sound of glass meeting glass. My eyes snapped open, heart racing in the suffocating darkness of my room. I blinked a few times before my hand instinctively reached for the lamp by my bed. A soft glow filled the room, chasing away the shadows but doing little to ease my thundering heart.
My eyes darted to the clock on the bedside table. 7:23 PM. A sharp sigh escaped my lips. Six hours
