DOUBT AND DENIAL
Adrian sat across from Sophia in the private dining room of one of the city’s exclusive restaurants. The lighting was soft, the wine expensive, but his mind was anywhere but on the meal in front of him. He hadn’t touched his plate.
“She’s gone,” he said quietly, voice tight. “Evelyn left. She moved out of the house. I came home and her things were gone from the guest room. No note. No explanation. I don’t even know where she is.”
Sophia took a slow sip of her wine, her expression one of gentle sympathy. “Adrian, I’m so sorry. That must be difficult for you.”
“Difficult?” He let out a short, bitter laugh. “I don’t understand it. One day she’s there, the next she’s vanished. I’ve tried calling. She won’t answer. I don’t know if she’s safe. I don’t know what I did wrong.”
