I barely made it through the next day.

Every time I moved I felt Noah still inside me — the stretch, the ache, the slow leak of him that had lasted into the morning. Liam watched me constantly, that same dark smile from the hallway never fully leaving his face. Jace was quieter, but his eyes followed me with an intensity that made my skin feel too tight.

Noah left for a late meeting after dinner. The house settled into a different kind of silence without him.

Liam found me in the living room a little after ten.

He didn’t ask. He simply walked over, took my hand, and led...