The morning unfolded with a softness that seemed to settle into every corner of the apartment. Light filtered through the curtains in gentle layers, warming the wooden floor and brushing against the fabric of the sofa. Violet blinked herself awake, noticing a calm rhythm in her breathing. Nothing tugged at her nerves. Nothing pressed at her chest. The air held a quiet presence that invited her into the day without rushing her.

She sat up slowly. Her body felt relaxed, her thoughts steady. She slipped her feet into her slippers and stretched her arms, allowing herself to appreciate the lingering comfort of sleep.

From the kitchen, she heard a muted...