Echoes of Home

~VALERIE POV~

I could already tell something was off the moment I woke up that morning. Paris sunlight usually felt like a soft kiss through the curtains, warm, golden, familiar. Today, it just burned against my eyes, making my head pound.

"Maybe you just miss home," Zoya said, tilting her head with that knowing grin as we left the studio. She was still holding her apron, her curls sticking out fr