The morning light crept into the small room through faded curtains, painting soft golden lines across the wooden floor. Isabella shifted slightly under her thin blanket, still lost in sleep. Her body was tired, but her mind seemed unwilling to rest fully; fragments of yesterday’s interview kept replaying in her dreams.

Her phone buzzed loudly on the nightstand. She groaned, pulling the pillow over her head. A few seconds later, the door opened and her younger sister walked in with quick steps.

“Isa! Your phone won’t stop ringing,” Lily said, shaking her gently. “Wake up!”

Isabella mumbled something but didn’t move. Lily crossed her arms, then tugged the blanket away....