Nevara
The room didn’t feel quiet anymore. It felt contained.
Not because anything about it had changed, but because now I understood exactly what it was meant to do. Every inch of it had been arranged with intention, not comfort. The space gave just enough freedom to move, just enough ease to lower your guard, but not enough of anything to actually get out. Once that realization settled in, it was impossible to look at the room the same way again.
Noah lay behind me on the bed, finally still, though I could feel his presence as clearly as if I still held him. Every few seconds my awareness pulled back toward him without permission, checking, confirming, making sure nothing had changed in the span of a breath. It was instinct at this point, something deeper than thought, and I didn’t tr
