Damien's POV
I woke up the second time at five in the evening.
Sophia was still asleep. On her side now, facing away from me, one hand tucked under her cheek, breathing in the slow unbothered way of someone who had genuinely let go of something.
I lay there for a moment and just let it be true that she was here.
Then I got up carefully and went to the kitchen because the responsible version of myself, the one Dominic had spent twenty years cultivating, understood that two people who had not eaten a real meal in approximately thirty six hours needed food before anything else.
The kitchen was quiet. Mei's biscuit wrappers were still on the counter from this morning which meant nobody had been in here since we got back.
I found eggs. Found bread. I found the specific coffee blend Sophia
