Chapter 113

• Miranda's POV
• The next morning, I stretched languidly on my puffy bed, savoring the brief calm. The sunlight filtering through the curtains felt unusually gentle, a rare moment of peace I rarely allowed myself to indulge in. That was until my phone buzzed insistently, dragging me out of my reverie. Groaning, I reached for it, curiosity outweighing my reluctance to face the day.
• "Hello, who is this?" I asked, my voice groggy but sharp enough to convey my irritation.