POV: Tristan
Nowadays sleep was a joke for me.
It had been ever since she died.
Ever since Nora died.
No matter how late I slept—whether it was midnight, 2 a.m., or even 3:50 a.m.—my eyes would always open at exactly 4 a.m.
On the dot.
Like my body had been programmed.
Like rest was something I no longer deserved.
This morning was no different.
My eyes opened slowly, staring at the ceiling for a few seconds before I let out a quiet breath and pushed myself out of bed.
The house was silent.
Like it should be at this hour of the night.
I ran a hand through my hair as I walked out of my room and into the hallway.
This was also a routine now.
Every morning before doing anything else—I checked on Sophie.
Always.
Just to make sure she was okay.
Just to make sure she was still th
