_Lisa's POV_
The morning light spilled through the large windows, painting my room in soft gold. But even the warmth of the sun couldn’t chase away the chill left by my dream. I had barely slept. My body ached with tension, and my mind was a tangled mess of questions I couldn’t answer.
I made my way downstairs, trying to shake it off. But the dream lingered in the corners of my mind like a shadow.
Rylan and Alexandra were already seated at the breakfast table. Alexandra was buttering a croissant while Rylan sipped his coffee and read something on his phone.
"Morning," I mumbled and slid into my seat.
Rylan looked up and raised an eyebrow. "Well, well, someone’s unusually quiet today. What’s wrong, Lisa?"
I poked at my toast. "I had a bad dream last night."
Alexandra’s eyes sparkled
