The early morning sunlight filtered through the curtains of the hotel room, casting a golden glow that felt cruel against the somber mood. The air was heavy, and the once lively banter and laughter that had filled the room between the trio was now replaced by silence.

Veronica sat by the window, her knees drawn to her chest, staring blankly at the world outside. Her usually fiery, outspoken demeanor was nowhere to be found. The news of Daisy's death had shaken her to her core, leaving her raw and vulnerable in a way she hadn’t experienced in years.

Clara sat quietly on the bed, her arms wrapped tightly around a...