Tyler's POV
Saturday morning came far too early.
I woke before the sun had fully risen, staring at the ceiling as the silence of the house settled around me.
For a moment, I didn't know what had pulled me from sleep.
Then I remembered.
Sarah.
She was here.
Under my roof.
The thought should have felt simple. Instead, it left an unfamiliar tension sitting in my chest.
I got out of bed, pulled on a shirt, and headed downstairs.
The house was still dark except for the faint gray light slipping through the windows. I expected the kitchen to be empty.
It wasn't.
I stopped at the doorway.
Sarah was standing at the stove.
She wore an oversized sweatshirt that hung loosely around her frame and a pair of comfortable shorts. Her hair was pulled back messily, with a few strands falling a
