Kendra’s POV
I did not sleep well.
Even with the thick mattress beneath me and the velvet sheets tucked around my body, my mind refused to rest. It churned with everything I had lost. My father. My sister. My name. My life. I had stared at the ceiling in silence for what felt like hours, eyes burning but dry, body still but knotted with tension.
At some point, I must have drifted off, because when I opened my eyes again, the faint light of early morning spilled through the heavy curtains. The room looked the same as last night, pristine and overdecorated, the kind of place that felt too expensive to belong to me. I reached for the clock beside the bed.
It was seven o’clock.
I sighed, rolled onto my back, and closed my eyes again. Maybe just ten more minutes. Just a little more peace b
