The first rays of dawn crept through Lyse's window, painting the room in a pale, grey light. But Lyse had not noticed. She hadn't slept a wink the entire night. Her mind was a whirlwind of worry, replaying the events of the previous evening, the chilling accusations against Levi echoing in her head.
She had tossed and turned, her thoughts a tangled mess of confusion, fear, and disbelief. Levi, a murderer? It seemed impossible. The man she knew, the man who had shared food with her just before his arrest, was kind, generous, and genuinely cared about people. The accusations felt like a cruel joke, a nightmare she couldn't wake up from.
Finally, she gave up on sleep. She dragged herself out of bed, her body heavy with exhaustion, but her mind buzzing with nervous energy. She had to do something, anything, to help Levi. She had to be there for him.
