Lena’s POV
Adrian spoke, breaking the quiet.
"Do you think my father has been acting strangely lately?"
My heart skipped a beat. The pen in my hand nearly slipped from my fingers. I forced my head up, pasting a look of utter, convincing surprise onto my face, scrambling to keep my voice from shaking.
"What? No, no," I replied quickly, offering a tight, nervous laugh. "Why would you say that? He seemed completely normal."
Adrian sighed, running a hand through his hair and looking back down at his screen. "It's just a thought. Forget it. Sorry."
"It's fine," I mumbled, dropping my gaze back to the papers.
I tried to lose myself in the columns of data, typing away on the laptop, but less than five minutes later, my phone buzzed sharply against the coffee table.
I glanced down, and my
