Cassie mapped out her plans for the next day long before she finally crawled into bed. Her mind moved in quiet patterns, neat and organized, even when her body was tired.
She lay there for a moment, staring at the ceiling, letting the silence settle around her. This bed still felt new, too big, too soft, too unfamiliar, but she was slowly getting used to it.
The moment her head touched the pillow, sleep took her like a gentle wave.
Everything really was different without Franklin around.
The house no longer felt tense or heavy, yet somehow quieter in a way she hadn't expected. Tristan, surprisingly, made things easier.
The boy was far too mature for his age, almost unsettling at times. He rarely needed help with anything except food and his special workout routine.
Even
