The morning sun barely warmed the frosty air as Alina and Adrian faced a new day. Despite their heartfelt moment the night before, the weight of Victoria’s games loomed over them. Alina dressed quietly, her mind swirling with thoughts of the detective’s visit and Victoria’s persistent interference.
Adrian, meanwhile, was already deep in thought. Sitting in his home office, he reviewed files and emails, searching for any trace of Victoria’s meddling in his business dealings. His sharp mind worked like a machine, analyzing every detail.
“Adrian,” Alina said, leaning against the doorway, her voice soft.
He looked up, his expression lightening slightly at the sight of her. “Good morning, love. Feeling better?”
“A little,” she admitted. “But I can’t stop thinking about Detective Carter. Wha
