Hayley Davies Pov Access

I lean against the staircase wall, out of sight, and I listen.

Weird. Not particular. Not sensitive. Just weird. hayley davies pov

“Thanks, Hayley,” he says, and walks away. I lean against the staircase wall, out of

I wake up to the sound of rain against my window—the kind of steady, grey rain that makes the world outside look like a watercolour painting left out too long. My room is small, cluttered with paperback novels and half-drunk mugs of tea. It smells like paper and lavender. This is my fortress. I lean against the staircase wall

The Other Side of the Glass POV: Hayley Davies (First-Person, Present Tense)