The night had an unusual stillness. Angela lay in her bed, her mind a whirlwind of thoughts she couldn't shake. Edmund's touch still tingled on her skin, but now it was overshadowed by the growing dread of their secret being exposed. Her room, which had always been a sanctuary, suddenly felt too small, too confining.
What if they had been caught? What if someone knew? The weight of those questions pressed down on her chest, making it hard to breathe.
She sat up, the cool air of the room prickling her skin as she wrapped her robe tightly around her body. The faint glow of moonlight filtered through the curtains, casting soft shadows across her bedroom floor. Angela padded softly to the window, pushing it open just enough to let in a rush of cold air. She hoped it would clear her mind, help her think straight. But it didn't.