I walked upstairs to my room, the sound of Diana and Mom's bright laughter and playful chuckles still echoing softly from the living room below. Their voices were warm and carefree, filled with years of shared history and inside jokes.
It made me smile, but my mind was still spinning from the whirlwind of the day — the amusement park thrills, the secret rescue, the terrifying interrogation room, and now this confusing storm of emotions I couldn't quite name.
After closing the door behind me, I took a long, hot shower, letting the steam and water wash away the exhaustion and tension.
I changed into my usual night clothes — a simple black t-shirt and loose gray sweatpants — and climbed into bed, staring up at the ceiling as memories of Diana's dual nature kept replaying in my head: the fierce, icy queen who threatened to burn the world for me, and the gentle, blushing woman who held my hand and licked ice cream like a teenager.
