Chapter 83

Elodie’s POV

My chest tightened.

I turned my head, staring at the wooden frame. “Who’s there?” My voice came out small, uncertain. Nothing moved.

The air felt heavier, like someone had been standing there and left just before I spoke. I waited another few seconds, then looked toward my mother. She was still asleep, her hand resting on the edge of my blanket.

Maybe it was a nurse. Maybe I imagine