Lucas Grey had not slept in three days.
This was not entirely unusual—Lucas had gone extended periods without sleep before, during the early days after my accident when he had monitored my vital signs through the biometric sensors every hour of the night, during the trial when he had spent weeks preparing evidence briefs and witness statements, during Eleanor's visit when he had stayed up until 2 AM laminating certificates and updating his name variation spreadsheet. But this was different. This was not the controlled, purposeful sleeplessness of someone who had chosen to prioritize work over rest. This was the raw, jagged, impossible-to-turn-off alertness of someone whose threat-detection systems had been activated and could not be powered down.
