Sleep refused to come.
No matter how many times Seraphine closed her eyes, there was a restless energy sitting deep in her chest, keeping her mind awake and alert, making it impossible to truly relax, especially with only a few hours standing between her and the launch that would change everything she had built over a few months.
So instead of forcing herself into a sleep that wouldn't come, she reached for her phone again, her attention returning to the one place that felt steady, and controlled—the private group chat she shared with her tech team.
Zane was already there. You should go get some rest, he typed, his message appearing almost immediately after she came online, like he had been expecting her. We've got everything covered.
One by one, the rest of the team echoed the same reassurance, their confidence steady, practiced, grounded in the work they had already done.
