Aiden's Point of View
I step onto the main floor just in time to see Drake disappearing into his office. I pick up my pace, knocking lightly before I push the door open. He looks up and gestures to the chair across from him without a word, that same calm, steady energy he always carries. I take the seat and try to relax into it, but I can already feel the tension tightening in my shoulders.
Drake studies me for a moment, like he’s searching for something in my expression. Maybe he sees the exhaustion, or maybe he’s just waiting to see which version of me walks in today.
“You look better today,” he says finally. “How are you feeling?”
I shrug, keeping my tone neutral. “I’m feeling more and more like myself each day. Maybe I was just out on the road too long. Got used to silence and grav
