SOPHIA'S POV

The morning sun came in softly through the tall glass windows of the private villa and painted long, golden lines across the shiny wooden floor. For the first time in four painful years, the world felt completely still.

I sat on the edge of the big, soft bed and watched Jaydon sleep.

He was curled up under the thick blanket, and his breathing was slow and deep. There were small light marks left on his wrists from the tape, but the doctor Lucas had brought in earlier told me he was not hurt in his body. He was only very tired.

Outside the window, birds sang in the...