Sunday morning hit me like a freaking train.

My body felt heavy, limbs tangled in the sheets as if they weighed a ton. Yesterday’s shift had been brutal—long hours on my feet, the emotional rollercoaster of helping Olga pack the last of her things....it was just a lot.

I groaned, rubbing my eyes as I checked the time on my phone. Almost eleven. I never slept this late.

The apartment was quiet. Too quiet.

I dragged myself out of bed and headed straight for the shower. The hot water pounded against my skin, loosening the knots in my shoulders and washing away the remnants of sleep. Steam filled the bathroom,...