Even in the morning after the festival, the rain was still pouring. The pitter-pattering sound of the rain hitting the roof woke Amara from sleep. She yawned and lazily rolled on the bed. These past few days, she has noticed that she always feels exhausted and sleepy, even when doing small chores.
The cold of the rainy season slipped through the walls, and Amara shivered. She quickly wrapped herself in the blanket. She frowned when someone knocked on the door. She didn't want to get up yet; the soft bed and covers pulled her back to sleep.
However, her stomach grumbled. She remembered falling asleep after taking a bath and not getting to eat dinner. She stood, draping the blanket over her, and opened the door.
Edward was on his way back when he heard the door click, and he turned around again. Upon seeing Amara, his face immediately showed concern.
"Are you cold?"
