Stevie-lou's POV.

I woke up to the smell of eggs and burnt toast, and for a second, I thought I was still dreaming. My head pounded from the lack of sleep and everything that had happened yesterday, and I couldn't even remember how I ended up on the couch. I shifted slightly, rubbing my eyes, trying to adjust to the dim light. My body ached. There was no peace. There was no escape.

When I turned my head, there it was. A plate of breakfast sitting on the coffee table in front of me. Eggs. Toast. A cup of tea.

I blinked at it for a moment, wondering if my...