By the time Amalia fully woke up, it was already 4:30 in the afternoon, nearing evening.
The sunlight outside the window wasn't as intense as it had been at noon, but it still carried the lingering heat unique to summer.
Amalia touched her groggy head, shifting her gaze from the wall clock to the quilt covering her.
Recalling the intimate touch she had shared with someone in her half-asleep state, Amalia lowered her eyes, her thin lips slightly pursed, her long lashes catching a few dazzling specks of light.
Though her thoughts weren't as clear as they had been before she fell asleep, Amalia could still distinguish whether what had happened in the afternoon was a dream or reality.
She had indeed clung to someone's arm, and from the feeling it gave her, it had to be Livia.
Her sister had come... and even tucked her in...
