Mira didn't move from that spot.
Not when the sun dipped and the moon rose.
Not when the moon faded and pale morning light crept through the window.
She stayed in that spot, exhausted from crying.
Her throat burned. Her head throbbed.
At some point during the night, the world around her had started spinning.
She didn't remember when she stopped crying.
Only that the room had begun to tilt.
A knock sounded on the door.
Amy stepped in, balancing a tray of food in her hands.
The moment her eyes landed on Mira—
The tray slipped from her hand, a scream escaping her lips.
Adrian heard the crash from downstairs.
The sound sent a spike of panic through him.
He rushed up the stairs.
Mira was sprawled on the bed, her skin pale, her breathing weak, uneve
