Hazel's POV
I was drowning in exhaustion. The past week had been a whirlwind of chaos, and sleep had become my enemy. Every night ended the same way - tears soaking my pillow until I finally collapsed into restless dreams. Yesterday's conversation with Liam had only made everything worse, leaving me feeling like I'd been hit by a truck.
"Good morning, gorgeous. How are we holding up?" Chl swept into the kitchen and cupped my face in her warm hands, studying me with those concerned eyes.
"I'm falling apart, Chl. This makeup is doing overtime to hide these dark circles. I feel like I've been run over by a bus."
The intercom buzzed, and Chl hurried to answer it while I focused on feeding Leo his breakfast. Watching my little boy was the only thing that kept me grounded these days. He was pure joy, pure love, and just looking at him reminded me that I could survive anything. Those bright violet eyes sparkled as he looked up at me, and my heart felt like it might burst.
