_Mira's POV_
The morning after that terrible dream, I was still shaken. I had barely slept the rest of the night, haunted by the echoes of Isabella’s cries. I felt a strange connection to her, like her pain was now a part of me. I woke to a gentle knock at my door.
“Mira?” Aaron’s voice was soft. He peeked inside, his face full of concern. “How are you feeling? I wanted to check on you.”
I managed a small smile, but it probably looked as tired as I felt. “I am…better. Just trying to shake off the dream.”
He walked over, his steps careful, like he was trying not to startle me. “You looked pale, even in your sleep,” he said. “If you need to talk more about it, I am here.”
“Thank you, Aaron.” His kindness touched me, and I felt a bit more at ease. “I think…I just need a distraction.”
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