Sophia’s P.O.V

I slept. For the first time in what felt like forever, I actually slept. A full night. No jolting awake at every imaginary vibration, no checking my phone under my pillow to make sure Tristan hadn’t called with another threat, no tightness in my chest waiting for something to go wrong.

Just… sleep. When I finally opened my eyes, it was Vee's soft voice drifting into my room.

“Sophia… breakfast is ready. Come down when you can.”

She didn’t ...