Sansa's POV
I woke up tired.
Not the normal kind of tired. The kind that settles into your bones and makes getting out of bed feel like a negotiation you're already losing. My eyes opened, but my body didn't move right away. The ceiling stared back at me, familiar and unimpressive.
The first thought that crossed my mind wasn't work.
It was Vanessa.
I reached for my phone without thinking, my arm heavy as I dragged it across the sheets. The screen lit up, too bright for my eyes. I blinked once, then focused.
A message from her.
Good morning.
Another one above it. Sent late last night.
I exhaled slowly, something in my chest loosening just a little. She hadn't disappeared. She hadn't shut me out completely. That mattered more than I wanted to admit.
For a brief second, I wondered if there'd be another message. Something asking me to come over. Something simple. Something… closer.
There wasn't.
