_Leah’s POV_

I did not sleep that night.

Even when my body lay still beside Kayden’s, my mind refused to rest. His arm was wrapped around my waist. He felt heavy and warm. His breathing was slow and deep; the steady rhythm of someone who trusted the world to stay calm until morning.

I envied him.

I stared at the ceiling, replaying everything again and again. Natasha’s voice. Her pause before answering. The smell in her room. The way her hands had trembled before turning ...