"Hey, are you okay?" Ezra's concern barely reached me as I sank into the couch, my head cradled in my hand. The weight of exhaustion silenced me, and all that escaped my lips was an unintelligible murmur, a feeble echo of the turmoil within. My head, a throbbing mass of discomfort, refused to grant me any respite.
Tory, sensing my distress, emerged from the kitchen bearing a glass of water like a lifeline. Each sip brought a momentary relief, but the relentless pain persisted, clouding my senses.
Dina, roused from slumber, stood sentinel by the door of my room, her knit eyebrows signaling her concern. Her watchful gaze followed the unfolding scene, a silent witness to the enigma that surrounded us. Meanwhile, Caleb, once a reassuring presence, had vanished, leaving an unsettling void.
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