I was surprised that I actually got a decent sleep in that treehouse.
It took a moment for the realization to sink in. I lay there staring at the dim wooden ceiling, my body heavy, my thoughts slow, trying to figure out why I felt so… empty. Not numb exactly. Just quiet.
Then it clicked.
I was away from the base.
Away from Owen.
Away from the constant edge of danger and expectation that never let my guard drop.
My body had finally decided it was safe enough to shut down.
The first thing I noticed when I shifted was the weight over me. A blanket, pulled up carefully to my shoulders. Warm. Tucked in.
The second thing I noticed was Beau.
He was asleep on the floor beside the couch, stretched out awkwardly, one arm bent under his head, the other resting loosely across his chest. He mu
