ADRIAN LOCKHART
Something about her eyes
There were many things I had learned about Karl Blackwood since the night Samantha walked into our lives.
He was disciplined and stubborn.
He was also protective to the point of irritation, and he had a habit of pretending he didn't care about anything while somehow knowing everything that happened around him.
But there was one thing I had never seen before.
Karl looked defeated.
I noticed it the moment I saw him walking down the corridor.
His shoulders were tense, his jaw was clenched, and his eyes were fixed straight ahead as though he was trying to get somewhere before his thoughts caught up with him. He didn't notice me at first, and when he finally did, he barely slowed down.
"Karl," I called his name, watching him carefully.
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