By the time I got back to Adrian’s apartment, my entire body felt like it had survived emotional warfare.
Not physically.
Emotionally.
Because apparently family dinner meant:
insults
revelations
and my father suddenly becoming a human courtroom judge
I kicked off my shoes at the entrance with a long exhausted sigh.
Silence greeted me.
“…Adrian?” I called out.
Nothing.
Of course he wasn’t home yet.
Work never slept in his world.
But Amelia was here.
I could hear faint music from the kitchen.
I dropped my bag on the couch and followed the sound,Bear was sleeping at the corner of the living room.
Amelia was leaning against the counter like she owned the place, scrolling through her phone with one hand and sipping something fancy with the other.
She looked up immediately.
“Oh
