Lisa's pov
The night air was a little colder than I expected. I had wrapped my shawl tightly around me when I slipped out of the room, unsure what I was looking for. Sleep had long abandoned me. I tried closing my eyes. I tried breathing exercises. I even counted the vines across the ceiling for the fiftieth time. Nothing worked.
So I wandered.
I found myself in the garden.
It had become somewhat of a habit now—sneaking out to this quiet place when the weight in my chest refused to let me rest. It was peaceful. The moonlight pooled in soft silver lines across the stone path. The flowers danced gently with the wind, unaware of how broken some of us walking past them were.
I sat on one of the old wooden benches beneath a large overhanging tree. Its leaves made this comforting rustling s
