I didn’t sleep.
Not really.
I lay there for hours, staring at the ceiling, replaying every second of the night over and over again.
Henry’s voice. His words.
If I gave you a place…, would you take it?
Paris.
Three months.
Everything I had ever wanted. Everything I had ever worked for.
And yet—
It didn’t feel simple.
It didn’t feel like a clean, easy victory.
Because now—
Now there was him tangled up in it.
My phone buzzed once.
Then again.
I rolled over, squinting at the screen.
7:12 AM.
Who—
Mason
Of course.
Mason: Open your door
I blinked.
Once. Twice.
Me: What?
Mason: Piper
Mason: Open. The. Door.
I sat up immediately, heart racing.
Because he wouldn’t say that unless—
A knock echoed through my apartment.
Firm. Certain.
I stared at the door for half a secon
