I didn’t sleep.
Not even for a minute.
Every time my eyes fluttered shut, I saw flames licking up the sides of that building.
I heard the woman screaming my name, desperate and raw.
And then—worst of all—I saw my father.
Calm. Steady. Almost… proud.
Like he wasn’t watching a nightmare.
Like he created it.
By sunrise, my skull felt like it was being pried open from the inside.
At some point in the night, I ended up curled on the couch. I didn’t remember reaching for a blanket, but one was tucked around me. Meaning Cole — the human security system — had stopped pacing long enough to cover me.
He didn’t sleep.
He didn’t even sit.
He circled the cabin like a restless shadow, checking windows and doors and God knows what else. But never once did he ask about the video.
And I didn’t
