Lisa's POV
I was lying flat on my bed, staring up at the ceiling, tracing invisible shapes with my eyes. My thoughts had been restless all day, refusing to let me have even a moment of peace. Every time I thought I’d managed to calm down, something else would creep into my head. Memories. Regrets. Questions.
That was when I heard a knock on the door.
“Lisa,” Calla’s voice carried through, soft but carrying a note of urgency.
I frowned and sat up. “Yes?”
“You have a visitor,” she said.
I blinked, sure I’d misheard her. “What?”
“A visitor,” she repeated.
I stared at the door like maybe she was joking. A visitor? For me? That didn’t make any sense. I had no family here, no one who would bother to check up on me. For months I had lived like a shadow, tucked away in this house, only co
