Chapter 186 Return To Fullerton Group

• Amelia remembered only fragments—Asher's hand brushing rhythmically through her hair, soothing her until consciousness slipped away like a receding tide.
• Drained to the last drop of strength, she slept with a heaviness that felt almost medicinal.
• Before leaving, Asher had drawn the blackout curtains tight, sealing out every shard of daylight. It was past noon before she finally surfaced from that velvet darkness.