The mirror was fogged over, my reflection distorted and vague.
I wiped a circle clear with my hand and studied myself.
I looked… fine.
Healthy.
Clear-eyed.
Still missing something—but not broken.
When I stepped back into the main room, Tobias looked up immediately.
“How was it?” he asked.
“Perfect,” I said honestly.
His gaze flicked to the mug still resting on the tray as I carried it out.
“Did you finish your tea?” he asked casually.
I nodded, lifting the mug slightly. “Every drop.”
Relief softened his shoulders.
There it was again.
Confirmation.
He took the mug from me without comment and carried it to the kitchen.
I watched him go, my pulse calm, my thoughts sharp.
Three cups now skipped.
I bent to grab the leggings I’d left folded on the counter, stepping into them on
