POV: Tristan
I stood at the door just watching her as she walked towards the gate.
Naomi.
She didn’t even look back.
Not once.
She just walked straight ahead, dragging her suitcase behind her like she had already made peace with leaving.
Like she didn’t need anything from this place anymore.
From me.
From Sophie.
From… any of us.
The gate opened and she walked out.
And just like that—
She was gone.
For a few seconds, I didn’t move.
I didn’t blink.
My eyes stayed fixed on the empty space she had just walked through.
For some weird reason… I had noticed something about myself lately.
A new habit.
One I didn’t remember picking up.
I always found myself staring at places where she had been.
A chair she sat on.
A spot she stood in.
The stairs she walked down.
It was… stra
