The cabin was quiet, save for the crackling of the fire. The warmth spread through the small space, but it did little to ease the storm of thoughts whirling in my mind. The flames flickered, their glow casting long shadows on the walls, dancing in rhythm with the occasional gust of wind that rattled the windows. The scent of burning wood mixed with the faint lingering traces of coffee from earlier, grounding me in the present despite my spiraling thoughts.
Nolan had settled into the armchair across from me, his posture relaxed, yet his watchful gaze never wavered. He was here, steady and unwavering, like an anchor keeping me from completely drifting away into my uncertainty.
Despite the exhaustion weighing me down, sleep refused to come. My body felt tense, my mind restless. Every answer
