Ethan's POV
She fell asleep on his floor.
He noticed the exact moment it happened — the slight change in her breathing, the way her head dropped incrementally toward his shoulder before she caught herself, then dropped again, and this time didn't catch. He sat very still and let her sleep.
He didn't move for a long time.
The city outside was doing its nighttime thing — distant, indifferent, the ambient hum of a place that had no opinion about what was happening in this particular living room. He sat in it and looked at his father's documents spread across the coffee table and felt the specific exhaustion of a man who had spent three weeks dismantling the architecture of everything he thought he knew and hadn't yet figured out what to build in its place.
He thought about the diary entr
