Naomi’s Pov

Iconic moments don’t announce themselves.

They arrive quietly, heavy, like the air before rain, when you know something is about to change but you don’t yet know how much will be left standing when it’s over.

The morning after we finished felt like that.

Not relief. Not victory. Just stillness with consequences.

I woke to Cassian already dressed, sitting at the edge of the bed, elbows on his knees, staring at nothing. He didn’t look tense. He looked resolved. That was different. Tension meant waiting.

The resolution meant the waiting was over.

“They’re moving,” he said without turning around.

“Who?” I asked, though I already knew.

“Everyone,” he...