What is wrong with him

TRISTIN'S POV

“I think she’s supposed to be a cat?” Eva guessed, holding her sides.

Sophie froze mid-pose, glaring at us. “I’m a lion, obviously.”

“Well, that’s not what it looked like,” I said, wiping tears of laughter from my eyes.

“Next time, I’ll just stick to something simple,” Sophie grumbled, though she couldn’t hide her smile.

As the evening drew to a close, I felt a deep sense of contentment. The past few weeks had been a nightmare, but tonight, surrounded by laughter and love, it felt like a distant memory.

“Thanks for everything, guys,” I said, my voice sincere. “I couldn’t have gotten through this without you.”

Mom pulled me into another hug. “We’re just glad you’re home, Tristin.”

“Yeah, even if you do have terrible taste in music,” Sophie added, her teasing tone softened by the warmth in her eyes.

I grinned. “I missed you too, Soph.”

The next morning, I woke up early, the familiar buzz of anticipation filling me. Today, I was returning to work. It felt surreal, stepping