Theo × Zara
The apartment settles into silence the way a city does after a storm — not peaceful, just exhausted.
Doors close softly down the hallway. Lights dim. The girls are finally resting. Lucas stays with Aria. Darius positions himself where he can see the door to Lila’s room without looking like he’s guarding it.
Everyone has found their place.
Except Zara.
She stands by the kitchen counter, staring at absolutely nothing, fingers curled tight around a mug that’s gone cold. Her curls are pulled up messily, eyeliner smudged in a way that isn’t stylish — just tired.
She hasn’t cried.
That worries Theo more than if she had.
He approaches quietly, favoring his left side. His ribs ache every time he breathes too deep, but he doesn’t announce it. He never does.
“You gonna drink tha
