The morning felt... normal. Peaceful it almost felt like an illusion. Not normal like perfect. Normal like quiet. Like the kind of silence that doesn't press against your chest. The kind that just exists. It was kind of crazy that I was starting to get used to the drama , the mystery and action in sherfield . It made me feel like there was something seriously wrong with me for kind of liking it.Sunlight slipped through my curtains in thin gold lines, dust floating in the air like tiny stars. For once, I didn't wake up with whispers in my ears or images burned into my mind. No visions. No shadows. No dread.Just me.I lay there for a while, staring at the ceiling, letting myself breathe.It felt strange how quickly chaos becomes routine. A few weeks ago, I was just the new girl in Sherfield. The quiet one. The weird one. Now I had friends. Real friends. People who knew my secrets and didn't run. People who stayed.That still felt unreal.Downstairs, I heard the low murmur of my dad's