{Lisa’s POV}

The first thing I felt wasn’t the sun. Or the sheets. It was eyes.

Tiny, quiet eyes.

I opened mine slowly, still fogged up by sleep, and found a little girl kneeling at the side of the bed, her chin resting on the mattress. She blinked up at me, wide-eyed and still.

I sat up abruptly.

“Oh—”

She didn’t flinch. But then, like a switch flipped, she scurried away without a word, her small feet barely making a sound on the floor as she slipped out through the door.

“Ronannnn. Who's the girl?” I called.

His voice came from somewhere outside the room. “I'm here. Just come out...