The rain poured heavily over the city the next morning.
Gray skies.
Cold wind.
And a growing storm Elena could feel without even opening her phone.
Something was wrong.
Very wrong.
She stood inside the kitchen holding untouched coffee while anxiety slowly curled through her stomach.
Across from her, Adrian was already working through several documents on his tablet.
Focused.
Unreadable.
Dangerously calm.
But Elena noticed something unusual this morning.
Sophia kept entering and leaving the room repeatedly.
Tense.
Quiet.
Avoiding eye contact.
And Adrian’s jaw had tightened more than once.
Finally, Elena spoke.
“What’s happening?”
Neither of them answered immediately.
Which told her everything.
Her chest tightened.
“Adrian.”
His eyes lifted toward her slowly.
“Finish
