Ana's POV
After dinner, Morris and I went our separate ways, each heading back to our own places.
I tried to appear composed, but deep into the night, a nightmare yanked me awake with a start.
The dream dragged me back to those awful events from years ago overseas—the cramped, dark attic room at the Collin Mansion, that warehouse reeking of decay and filth.
I bolted upright and flicked on the bedside lamp, waiting for my racing heart to settle.
Grabbing my phone to distract myself with some videos, I noticed new messages waiting.
The first came from my biological brother: [We've talked it over. We're coming to Veridia to bring you home.] Those words "bring you home" sent warmth flooding through my chest.
The second message was from Morris, sent just a moment earlier: [I've left a surprise for you in the living room. If you can't sleep, go check it out.]
