Morning came easier than expected.
Perhaps because I forced myself not to think too much before going to sleep.
Maybe because exhaustion had finally won.
Either way, by the time sunlight slipped through the curtains, my mind felt quieter than it had in the past few days.
Routine helped.
Routine always helped.
I got ready for the day while Leo followed me around my room talking about a game he wanted Pierce to buy for him.
“You already have too many games,” I said as I fixed my earrings.
“No, I don’t.”
“You do.”
“I don’t,” he argued seriously.
I almost smiled.
By the time we got downstairs, Hayes had already left for work while Ford sat at the kitchen island drinking coffee with one hand and typing on his phone with the other.
Leo immediately ran to him. “Uncle Ford.”
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