Restless Reflections

Vivienne woke up with a sharp gasp, her heart pounding against her ribcage.

The room was dim, painted in soft shadows by the faint glow of the nightlight in the corner. Her eyes darted immediately to the small white cot tucked neatly near the wall—Maddox’s cot. She threw the covers aside and hurried over, her bare feet padding softly across the wooden floor.

She held her breath as she leaned over,