Rose Kane POV
Four days ago…
Rose's eyes snapped open, and she found herself sitting alone in a room that looked oddly familiar. She blinked, trying to place her surroundings. "This… this doesn't look like my home," she whispered, glancing around. It felt unsettlingly like the room she had stayed in during college, that old hotel suite she'd rented when she was studying abroad. But that couldn't be right. That was years ago, nearly a lifetime away.
She rubbed her temples, trying to make sense of it. Maybe this was some strange, vivid dream. But as she looked around, every detail every piece of furniture, the exact shade of paint on the walls, the faint scent of lavender that lingered from her old candle habit felt real. Too real to be a dream. She exhaled sharply, feeling an odd sensation creeping up her spine.
