Chapter 125 Everything Comes Back

• The morning sunlight filtered through pale curtains, spilling soft gold across the hardwood floor. The air smelled faintly of jasmine and the lingering rain from last night, and for the first time in what felt like forever, Zara felt light almost too light.
• The storm that had shadowed her since the night she woke up in that hospital bed seemed to have quieted. Her mind wasn’t silent, but the noise had softened.
• The memories still drifted like smoke formless, hazy but the heaviness was gone. In its place was something fragile and bright.