Emily
Adrian didn’t tell me, but I knew something had happened that day, I could feel it.
He had that look when I stepped into his apartment that evening — calm on the surface, controlled as always — but there was something sharper underneath. Something tightly wound, I didn’t ask, I’ve learned that with Adrian, when he doesn’t want to say something, pushing only makes him retreat further into himself. So I let it go, if I really needed to know, he'd tell me.
We were having dinner at his place. The lights were dim, the city glowing beyond the glass walls. The table was already set when I came out of the bathroom after washing my hands.
“You look tired,” he said quietly.
I gave a small smile. “Long day.”
His eyes lingered on me a second longer than usual.
As if he was checking for so
