A soft, golden light seeped through the sheer curtains, casting delicate patterns across the walls. The gentle warmth of morning settled over the room, but Raelynn felt none of it. She sat upright in bed, the thick, plush blanket draped loosely around her legs, her gaze fixed on her bandaged foot.
Her fingers traced along the edge of the crisp, white bandages, feeling the texture beneath her touch. There was a dull, throbbing ache whenever she flexed her foot, a subtle but persistent reminder of the previous night.
Her brows furrowed slightly as her mind drifted back.
It had all happened so fast.
That eerie sensation of being watched. The unsettling whisper of something just out of sight. Then the sharp sound of glass hitting the ground—sudden, jarring—followed by the sting as she stepped on it, a sharp pain slicing through her foot. Blood pooled instantly, warm and startling, before she even knew what had happened.
