Olivia
The sun spilled through the curtains as I stirred awake, feeling the weight of last night’s fright lift away with the morning glow. I chalked it up to my imagination running wild, a common symptom of sleep deprivation, perhaps.
After a quick shower and getting dressed, I headed down the hall. Passing by Edward’s room, I saw the door was wide open. Edward was packing his suitcase, folding his clothes next to the bed.
“Morning, Olivia,” he said, pausing to offer a warm smile.
“Morning,” I replied, returning the smile, though a sense of strangeness tingled at the back of my mind. Edward’s eyes met mine for a moment longer than necessary before he returned to his packing.
I descended the stairs, my thoughts pivoting back to the mysterious vibrations of the amulet la
