Lincoln POV
I shut the door to my room with more force than necessary and leaned my forehead against the door for a brief second, letting the day finally catch up with me. Everything ached in that quiet way that came from being on edge for too long. Too many thoughts. Too many things left unsaid.
I crossed the room and pulled my shirt over my head, tossing it onto the chair by the window. The mirror caught me before I could look away. I barely recognized the man staring back, jaw tight, shoulders drawn, eyes shadowed with things I hadn’t slept away in years. I exhaled slowly and reached for the light, clicking it off.
Moonlight spilled in instantly in my room, stretching across the floor and climbing the walls. It softened the room. I lay back on the bed and stared at the ceiling, liste
