Naya's pov

When I opened my eyes, the light in the room was soft, pale gold, spilling through the curtains. For a moment, I thought I was alone. Then I saw him from across the room at his desk, bare-chested, wearing only grey sweatpants, his back to me.

He was staring at his laptop like the world outside the screen had stopped existing. His shoulders were tense, his jaw set.

I pushed the blanket aside and walked toward him. “What’s going on?” My voice was still rough from sleep.

He turned ...