Luca's POV
She fell asleep again at two-fifteen. This time properly. The full weight of her against me, her breathing gone slow and even, the specific quality of someone who'd stopped holding anything back, including consciousness.
I sat with her and didn't move.
Thought about the same words and same room and the fact that we'd both stood in that space and landed on identical language without knowing the other had done it. I wasn't a man who put weight on coincidence. I believed in patterns and logic and observable evidence.
This felt like evidence.
Of something that had been true longer than either of us had been willing to name it.
At two-thirty, I moved carefully. Settled her against the cushions. Pulled the blanket up. She made a short sound and resettled and didn't wake.
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