The days blurred together in a way Daisy couldn’t quite explain.

At first, she told herself it was just a rough patch. That she’d get back to feeling normal in a few days. But “a few days” turned into a week, and a week turned into two, and before she realized it, the calendar on her desk was almost a whole month ahead.

Morning and night didn’t feel that different anymore. Whether it was ten in the morning or ten at night, the room looked the same—dim curtains pulled shut, a faint orange glow from the lamp in the corner. The air inside felt still, as if time had decided...