Luke's POV
I watched Danielle toss and turn in her sleep, her brow furrowed with worry as the remnants of her unsettling dream lingered in her subconscious. Despite my attempts to comfort her, she remained restless, the turmoil of the night weighing heavily on her mind.
As the first light of dawn began to filter through the curtains, I gently brushed a stray lock of hair away from Danielle's face, my heart aching with concern for her. She looked so peaceful in her sleep, yet I knew the turmoil she was experiencing beneath the surface.
I glanced at the clock on the wall, noting the early hour. With a sigh, I quietly slipped out of bed, careful not to disturb Danielle's slumber. The events of the night had left me with a lingering sense of unease, and I knew I wouldn't be able to rest unt
