Samira's POV
Sleep did not come easily.
I turned onto my back and then onto my side, listening to the rhythmic rustle of the sheets as they shifted under me with every restless movement. The house was submerged in a deep, heavy silence now, the kind of quiet that makes every internal thought sound like a shout. The ceiling stared back at me, a plain and unmoving expanse of white, while my mind refused to find its neutral gear.
I exhaled slowly, the sound echoing in the stillness, and reached for my phone. My fingers brushed against the cool glass of the screen for a second before I fully grabbed it.
The screen flared to life, lighting up my face with a harsh, artificial glow in the dark room. No new messages. No missed calls. Just the usual grid of apps sitting there and waiting. I sta
