… Dickinson POV…

I rolled from side to side on the bed, trying to ignore the persistent beeping sound coming from somewhere nearby. But the sound continued, growing louder and more insistent with every passing moment.

Finally, I couldn't take it anymore. I sat up in bed, rubbing my eyes and blinking in the dim light of the early morning. I searched around for my phone, finally spotting it lying on the nightstand next to me.

I reached out and picked it up, squinting at the screen as I saw the notifications from Emile. My heart skipped a beat as I quickly scanned through the messages, trying to decipher what...