Chapter 53 The Dream Cradle
- Amelia P.O.V.
- Sleep doesn’t come gently.
- It drags me under, deep and heavy, like sinking into warm water with weights at my ankles. One heartbeat, I am staring at the dark ceiling of my room, listening to Kieran’s breathing beside me. Next, sounds thin, and the world above slips away until everything belongs to the quiet.