POV: Tristan
I lay flat on my bed with both hands tucked underneath my head while staring quietly at the ceiling above me.
The room was dark except for the warm bedside lamp glowing faintly on the bedside table.
But sleep?
Sleep was nowhere near me tonight.
Because my mind refused to shut up.
I let out a slow breath through my nose.
What the hell was wrong with me?
Even now, hours later, I still couldn’t understand why I told Naomi about Nora earlier.
I never spoke about that day.
Never.
Mostly because everyone around me already knew what happened.
And because they all knew—
Nobody talked about it.
It became one of those silent things everybody carefully avoided.
Like a wound everyone pretended wasn’t still bleeding.
But today?
I talked about it.
Freely.
Openly.
And som
