Lora stirred from her sleep, her eyelids fluttering open. The room around her seemed to spin, and she had to steady herself as she tried to sit up. Despite several hours of rest, she felt even more exhausted than before. Her night had been plagued by bad memories. Every time she drifted off, nightmares pulled her back into a past she thought she had left behind. Poor Azriel had spent the night waking her with kind words, trying to calm her, but the flashes of her past tormented her relentlessly.
It had been a long time since she'd experienced nightmares like these. In the beginning, when she moved in with Mary, they had been constant, unwelcome companions. But over time, as she learned to make peace with her past and pretend it had never happened, they had decreased. Now, lying in bed, sh
