DISTANCE BETWEEN US
The penthouse's air felt strange. It was colder and heavier. Or perhaps it was only him.
These days, Griffin hardly ever spoke to me. Something has changed between us since Victor's demise. The subtle closeness and warmth we had developed were evaporating, to be replaced by a barrier that I felt unable to penetrate.
He sat across from me at dinner, his gaze fixed on his plate, his stance rigid. He hardly looked up, and when he did, it was only to give me brief, snippet-like answers to my inquiries.
"How went today's meeting?" In an attempt to continue the conversation, I asked.
"All right."
I was waiting for him to go into more detail, but he didn't.
My appetite waning, I pushed my food around my plate. "Are you alright?"
When he finally turned to face me, I bri
