ADELE
The knocking grew louder, insistent, dragging me further from the remnants of my dream—that dream.
Whoever was at the door clearly had no intention of leaving.
“Damn it,” I muttered under my breath, running a hand through my tangled hair.
My legs still felt unsteady, my balance slightly off as I forced myself toward the door. My mind was a chaotic mess, replaying every detail of that dream, the way it had felt too real.
By the time I reached the door and swung it open, I was met with Madison’s beaming face.
“Good morning, sleepyhead!” she practically sang, her energy bouncing off the walls.
I squinted at her, barely suppressing a groan. How the hell could she be this cheerful? It was too early for this much brightness, and her sugar-rush enthusiasm was grating against my sleep
