She is not at peace

Cindy finally managed to drift off to sleep after what felt like an eternity of tossing and turning. The night had been filled with tension and unease, and even in the safety of their cabin, she couldn't fully shake the lingering fear. As she slept, her dreams were plagued by dark images—shadowy figures, echoes of distant screams, and the overwhelming sense that something terrible was looming just beyond her reach.

But what Cindy didn't know was that Alexander hadn't slept at all. He sat by her bedside, his eyes trained on her restless form. His hand gently brushed the hair off her face, revealing the tension etched into her features even as she slept. It was clear to him that Cindy was not at peace, and her body language betrayed the fear that still gripped her.