The third morning in isolation rose bright and golden, spilling sunlight through the sheer curtains and onto the creaky wood floors. Birds chirped beyond the windows, and the stillness in the air had finally started to feel less suffocating and more like an invitation—to breathe.
Xander stretched lazily, arms over his head, shirt riding up as he yawned in the living room. “Alright, I can’t take this anymore,” he groaned. “We’re not meant to be cooped up like damn furniture. Let’s do something before I turn into one.”
Lyra looked up from the book she'd been pretending to read. “Do something?”
He grinned, winking. “Let’s go for a walk. Explore the forest. There’s a whole world out there beyond this creepy, haunted cabin.”
Kyson, who had just entered with a mug of coffee, arched a brow. “
