Hailee's POV
I didn't sleep that night.
No matter how tightly I shut my eyes, the darkness wasn't kind enough to take me. Every time I tried to rest, the memory of what happened came rushing back.
My stomach twisted each time I thought about it.
He heard everything. Every sound. Every word. Every part of me that should have stayed private.
By dawn, I was still sitting by the window, my hair messy, my body wrapped in a robe I hadn't bothered to tie properly. The world outside was quiet—too quiet. I could hear the faint chirping of birds, the soft rustle of the wind. It felt unfair that the world could sound so peaceful when I was falling apart inside.
