The early morning sun spilled through the curtains of Daisy’s bedroom, casting soft rays onto her desk cluttered with textbooks, coffee mugs, and scattered notes. The quiet hum of the city outside was a gentle reminder of the world moving steadily on, even as she paused to gather herself. It was a rare Sunday, free from classes and commitments, a day she reserved for rest and small moments of peace.

Her phone buzzed on the bedside table, but instead of a text or notification, there was an unexpected slip of paper tucked in the door frame—an old-fashioned envelope with her name written carefully in familiar handwriting. It was light, almost...