Chapter 93 She's Home. She's Alive. She's still herself.

Opals POV

The house was silent.

The kind of deep silence that only came in the middle of the night, when the rest of the world was asleep, leaving only the restless ones awake.

Opal was one of them.

She lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, her body aching in ways that weren't just physical. Her mind ...