Morning came like a gentle intervention—all soft light and the kind of quiet that feels like it's trying not to startle you.
I woke up wrapped in sheets that were probably knitted by forest fairies, surrounded by the kind of luxury that makes you feel like you're playing pretend in someone else's life. Last night was a lot. After the twins left me with them, the omegas basically adopted me and took care of me like no one else had since my mom.
Ash had helped me pick out pajamas from what he called the "emergency omega care package" - apparently they kept a stash of clothes and necessities for rescued omegas who showed up with nothing but trauma and the clothes on their backs. The fact that they needed that kind of setup made something in my chest hurt.
The room they'd given me was ridi
