Morning felt heavy before I even opened my eyes. I had barely slept after comforting Max through his nightmare, and Blake’s body felt drained, like every muscle held the tiredness of the long night.

I sat up slowly, letting my eyes adjust to the dim light. Blake’s room felt the same as yesterday, neat and strangely untouched. His desk looked organized to the point of perfection. Books stacked in silent, precise rows. Clothes folded with careful intention. The whole space felt tidy in a way ...