Lucia lay in her bed, staring at the ceiling, the events of the day swirling in her mind like leaves caught in a storm. Her parents had been so loving and protective, and Miranda's presence was a comfort, yet she couldn't shake the feeling that something important was missing—some connection she was desperate to restore.
The room was dark, lit only by the soft glow of moonlight seeping through the window. It was quiet, with only the gentle crackling of the fire in the hearth and the occasional rustle of the night breeze outside. The stillness was a stark contrast to the chaos that had ruled her life recently, and for the first time in a long while, Lucia felt a moment of peace.
But that peace was shattered when she heard a faint tap on the window. Her heart skipped a beat, and she quickl
