POV: Naomi
I sat on the edge of the bed, quietly watching Sophie.
She was sitting cross legged, completely focused on the TV, her eyes glued to the cartoon playing. The soft light from the screen reflected on her face, making her look… calm.
Too calm for someone in this kind of situation.
I didn’t know what the time was either.
There was no clock in the room, no window that gave me a clear sense of direction, nothing.
But one thing I knew for sure—
Time was moving.
And every second felt heavier than the last.
Last night…
Christopher had allowed Sophie to speak to Tristan.
And I held onto that tightly.
Because to me, it meant something.
It meant Tristan knew where we were.
It meant he was working on something.
It meant—
He was coming.
At least… I hoped so.
If only I could
