Danny didn’t sleep.

He stayed on the floor beside the couch for hours, arm hooked across the cushion so his fingers stayed loosely around Chloe’s wrist—calming her, grounding him. The rain outside softened into a distant hiss. The cabin felt too quiet, too small, as if holding its breath with him.

Just before dawn, Chloe shifted.

Not the aimless stirring from earlier.

A real movement—conscious, aware, testing the world again.

Danny straightened immediately.

Her eyes opened slowly, ...