Chapter 51: It's Him
Lizzie
For a moment, I genuinely thought I was imagining him.
Reese stood at the doorway like he had every right to be there, like he hadn’t just appeared out of nowhere and shattered whatever fragile sense of control I thought I had over the situation.
The soft light from the nursery lamp cast shadows across his face, leaving his expression half-lit and difficult to read, but there was no mistaking the alertness in his eyes. That alone told me everything I needed to know.
He wasn’t groggy. He wasn’t disoriented.
He was awake in the way people were when something had already pulled them out of sleep and into awareness long before they stepped into a room.
My mind raced, scrambling to piece together the timeline. He had been asleep when I left. I was sure of
