POV: Tristan
Later that night, the house was finally quiet.
Everyone had gone to bed.
I stood by the door of Sophie's room for a moment, watching Sophie sleep. Her small body was curled under the blanket, her tiny fingers wrapped around the edge of her pillow like she was holding on to something even in her dreams.
Or someone.
My jaw tightened at the thought.
“Goodnight, Sophie,” I said softly.
She didn’t stir. She was already far gone in sleep.
I stayed a few more seconds longer than I should have, then turned and walked out, gently closing the door behind me.
The hallway lights were dim, casting long shadows on the clean marble floors. The entire mansion felt still, like it was holding its breath.
I let out a breath slowly and made my way to my office.
The moment I walked insi
