Kylie’s POV
I woke up very tired.
Not the kind of tired sleep fixes. The kind that sits in your bones and refuses to leave. My body felt heavy, my chest tight, my breasts enlarged, my thoughts scattered like I’d spent the night running from something I couldn’t see. I lay still for a while, staring at the ceiling, counting my breaths, trying to remind myself that I was safe. That this was my life now.
But escape didn’t mean peace.
When I finally stepped out of the bedroom, Yamah noticed immediately. He always did. He looked up from his tablet, his expression softening the second his eyes met mine.
“You don’t look okay,” he said gently. “Did you sleep at all?”
“I slept,” I replied. It wasn’t a lie. Just incomplete. “I’m just… drained.”
He stood and walked closer, studying me the way
