MAYA'S POV
The digital clock on the nightstand read 2:17 AM. The deep, quiet hours. I’d woken up needing to pee, my body still wired from the night’s chaos.
I slipped out of bed, careful not to disturb Liam. He was a solid shape under the covers, breathing slow and even, finally asleep. The floor was cold under my feet. I did what I needed to do in the bathroom, splashed water on my face, and stared at my reflection in the dim light. Tired eyes, but a determined mouth. We had a plan.
Walking back to the bedroom, a faint, persistent buzz broke the silence. Liam’s phone, charging on his dresser, was vibrating against the wood.
I ignored it. It was probably a notification. An email. The world could wait until sunrise.
I slid back into bed, pulling the covers up. The buzz stopped. Good.
