Maisie POV
That night I did not sleep.
Not properly.
Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Daniel’s face. Not the face he had shown me in front of everyone. Not the soft smile. Not the careful concern. Not the man who had once held my hand and promised me forever.
I saw the real one.
The one in Amelia’s room.
The one who had whispered like I was already nothing.
Then I saw my mother.
Alive.
Standing in front of me like a ghost who had decided to breathe again.
By morning, my body felt heavy, but my mind would not stop moving.
I sat near the window in the bedroom Victoria had shown me to the night before, wrapped in a robe that was too soft and too expensive to feel like mine. Outside, the garden looked peaceful. Pale morning light touched the grass. Birds moved between the trees
