Dahlia's POV
"Dahlia, what's wrong?" Diane's voice cut through the fog in my head as she reached out to steady me. Genuine concern filled her tone.
I straightened up slowly, pressing my fingers against my pounding temples. The world felt slightly off-kilter, like I was viewing everything through a haze.
"I'm okay," I managed, waving her off. "Probably stayed up too late last night. Just feeling a bit lightheaded."
Diane's worried gaze didn't leave my face. "You should go back to bed. I'll call you when lunch is ready."
I wavered for a moment, then gave in with a nod.
After breakfast, I'd felt this strange lethargy settle over me. I'd planned to dig deeper for more evidence, but that could wait. Now that I had a suspect in my sights, I needed to investigate thoroughly.
But the thought of Soren being Opal's killer felt wrong somehow. Something didn't add up.
