Ty’s POV

I woke up with a fire humming in my veins.

Refreshed. Rested. Alive in a way I hadn’t felt in years. For once, the ghosts didn’t follow me into the morning.

I rolled out of bed, freshened up quickly, and padded downstairs. The scent hit me like a warm memory—bacon, eggs, buttery toast, and something sweet baking in the oven.

Home.

“Good morning, Ty!” Dy called out from the kitchen, flipping pancakes like a culinary god.

“Morning,” ...