Brian’s POV
As I cracked the door open, Tessa stood there, arms folded and looking up at me like she was lost. “Hey,” she whispered, her voice soft and hesitant.
“What’s wrong?” I asked, keeping my tone low to avoid waking Cassandra—not that she wasn’t already eavesdropping.
“I… I couldn’t sleep,” Tessa murmured, her gaze dropping to the floor. “I thought maybe I could get some water or something. But I didn’t want to wake anyone.”
I rubbed the back of my neck, debating. “Alright,” I said after a moment. “Let’s go. Quietly.”
She nodded, stepping back so I could follow her down the hallway. The house was silent, except for the creak of the floorboards under our feet.
In the kitchen, I flipped on the soft light over the stove, leaning against the counter as she lingered near the sin
