Chapter 38

The morning sun streamed through the curtains, casting a warm glow across the room. I blinked awake, my heart still racing from the memories of the previous day. As I turned to my side, I noticed Bryan was already up, standing by the window, his silhouette illuminated by the golden light. He looked deep in thought, and for a moment, I admired the way the morning light played upon his features, the way his brow furrowed slightly as he peered outside. “Good morning,” I said softly, my voice still thick with sleep.