Vera’s POV
The next morning, soft light poured through the open curtains, dragging me out of sleep.
I groaned quietly, burying my face into the pillow, hoping to steal just a few more minutes of rest.
No such luck.
When I finally cracked my eyes open, I found myself staring at the same old woman from yesterday, standing at the foot of my bed with her arms crossed.
"Stand up!" she barked, her voice sharp and commanding.
I blinked at her slowly, my mind still heavy with sleep.
Was she serious?
I was still exhausted, and all I wanted was to curl back under the covers.
Still, something about her stern face made it clear — arguing was pointless.
With a tired sigh, I sat up, running my fingers through my messy hair.
"I didn’t even get enough sleep," I muttered under my breath, but of
