That night, I couldn’t shake the feeling that something had shifted.
Not just between Adrian and me but around us.
Like the world had finally decided to turn against us.
I lay in bed staring at the ceiling, replaying Victoria’s words over and over again.
“I heard something interesting.”
She wasn’t bluffing, I could feel it.
And that meant one thing.
She had already started digging.
The next morning, I woke up earlier than usual.
Restless.
Uneasy.
By the time I made my way downstairs, Adrian was already there.
Again.
I wasn’t starting to think the man didn’t sleep.
He stood by the window, phone pressed to his ear, his voice low and controlled.
“No…I want everything reviewed again..yes, every record.”
I paused.
Every record?
He turned slightly, noticing me.
