Elodie's POV
Sunlight filters softly through the curtains when I wake, the gentle rocking of the ship stilled into something steadier, quieter, and it takes me a moment to register the difference, we must have already docked sometime in the early hours.
I lie there for a moment longer, staring at the ceiling, last night still sitting complicated and unresolved in my chest. Beckett's careful, quiet offer to carry Callie. The strange, charged silence between us at the door. The particular, unreadable way he'd looked at me before finally saying goodnight and walking away.
I push the thoughts aside, forcing myself upright, and pad quietly through to Callie's room, finding her still fast asleep, curled up exactly as Beckett left her the night before, one small hand tucked beneath her cheek.
