CYLAN POV -
I should've gone on patrol. I should've gotten up, pulled on my boots, walked out, and done what I was assigned to do.
Instead, I watched Hailee from the edge of the bed as she adjusted the earbuds in her ears. She wasn't shaking. Not tonight. She wasn't curled into herself or glancing at the door like she needed to map the exit.
She lay back, pillow tucked under her neck, and let out one long breath.
She was trying.
That mattered more than patrol ever would.
I moved slowly. No rush. No sharp movements. I stripped down without a sound, keeping my movements steady. She didn't flinch.
I'd been racking my brain trying to figure out how to make this easier for her. Every failed attempt stuck with me. The way her breathing would change, the way she'd recoil even if she didn'
