I was drifting in and out of sleep, the exhaustion from the day weighing heavily on my limbs. My mind was still tangled in the events that had unfolded, the argument with Ciara replaying over and over in my head.
I wasn't sure how long I had been lying there, caught in the hazy space between waking and dreaming, when a soft knock at the door pulled me back to full consciousness.
For a moment, I lay still, my heart suddenly pounding in my chest. Could it be Ciara? Had she come to apologize? The thought sent a strange mix of emotions coursing through me anticipation, anger, and something else I didn't want to name.
I hesitated, unsure if I even wanted to face her again so soon, unsure of what I would say if I did.
The knock came again, more insistent this time, and I slowly sat up, pushing my hair out of my face. "Come in," I called, my voice rough with sleep.
