Chapter 22 The More You Fight It
- Brianna's POV
- I woke to the soft rustle of curtains in the morning breeze and sunlight spilling across the bed like melted gold. Everything around me was warm and quiet. The sheets were smooth against my skin, and the faint scent of lavender from last night's candle hung in the air.
- For a moment, a smile lit up my face until I remembered where I was.