Chapter 85. Where’s Tristan?

Athena

We heard footsteps, and Tristan appeared in the kitchen doorway. “Ready to go?”

I nodded, following him back to the living room where Orion was waiting. My brother looked calmer than before, though still concerned.

“Be careful,” he said, pulling me into one more hug. “And remember what I said about calling me if anything happens.”

“I will. We see each other every day at work, remember?” I reminded him with a small smile.

He nodded. “I know. I love you, little sister.”

“Love you too, bro.”

The ride home was quieter than the ride there, but it was a different kind of quiet. The tension was gone, replaced by something that felt almost peaceful. I found myself relaxing against Tristan’s back, letting myself enjoy the familiar comfort of riding with him.

Sarah’s words kept repeating in my mind: “I don’t think he’s going to mess this up again.”

When we reached my apartment, Tristan walked me to the door like always.