The house felt strangely quiet after Adrian disappeared into his office.
Too quiet.
Lucas was still standing beside me, his blanket clutched tightly against his little chest. His eyes remained fixed on the hallway where Adrian had vanished.
He didn’t cry.
Somehow…
That made it worse.
Children usually cried when they were upset.
Lucas simply looked… confused.
“Daddy?”
His voice was barely above a whisper.
I knelt in front of him and gently brushed his hair away from his forehead.
“Yes, sweetheart?”
He hesitated.
“Is Papa mad at me?”
My heart clenched.
“Oh, baby…”
I cupped his little face.
“No.”
“But…”
His lower lip trembled.
“He shouted.”
“He did.”
“Did I do something wrong?”
I pulled him into my arms immediately.
“No.”
“You didn’t do anything wrong.”
“But Papa sai
