ELLE'S POV
The next morning came with golden sunlight streaming through the window.
Feeling the quiet and oversized bed was not at all comforting.
The small clock on my nightstand read 6:47 a.m. It was too early, indeed.
As a reflex, I rubbed my eyes and spoke Amelia’s name under my breath.
If my daughter was anything to go by, she was already awake. Amelia had this outlandish way of springing up with the sun, and she was more energetic than I was.
The blanket was easy to push aside, the first few steps taken to the small bathroom felt like shuffling, but they were much more precise than that. I am awake now. Brushing and rinsing my mouth, I made eye contact with the pale and drawn woman in the mirror.
My reflection resulted from a woman who had not rested in months. I caug
