C158 Do you know who did it?

The morning light slanted through the heavy curtains of the room, casting long shadows across the walls.

Amara sat in the small armchair by the window, her body rigid with exhaustion, and her eyes were hollow as she remained wide awake, watching over Vaughn.

The weight of the previous days lay heavy on her chest, suffocating and relentless.

Vaughn had finally fallen asleep in her arms