Chapter 105

Miranda’s POV

The shrill beeping of my alarm clock pulled me from the tendrils of sleep. Groaning softly, I reached over and silenced it, blinking at the illuminated display. 6:00 a.m. Like clockwork, my morning routine beckoned. I stretched languidly, savoring the satisfying pop of my joints before sitting up and reaching for the Stanley cup on my bedside table. The warm water slid down my throat, refreshing and grounding me. This ritual, mundane as it was, had become my solace—a moment of calm before the storm that each day inevitably brought.

I padded to the mirror and paused, gazing at my reflection. My face was serene, yet my eyes betrayed a storm of emotions—a reflection of the chaos that had become my life. Brushing off the lingering doubts, I moved into the bathroom, brushing my teeth with a vigor that felt almost therapeutic.

Emerging with a towel wrapped securely around me, I noticed the tray of breakfast waiting on my table. Toasted bread, creamy