Electra's POV
I stayed in that room longer than I meant to.
At first, I told myself I was just trying to be practical. If this room had really been mine for the past ten years, then it made sense to learn it, to understand it, and to see if anything inside it would suddenly reach out and pull a memory loose from wherever my mind had hidden it.
So I walked.
I traced the walls slowly, fingertips brushing over smooth stone and wood. I opened drawers that had been closed for weeks, maybe months. I checked the bathroom, noting how large it was, how clean, and how untouched it looked. Everything felt preserved, like someone had been maintaining it in my absence, afraid to disturb whatever version of me might return.
