Vanessa’s POV
The knock on the door came just as I was settling onto the couch, a mug of tea warming my hands. It was late Kelvin was already in bed after a full day at the park and everybody but her and Lisa who was in the rest room were awake—. For a brief moment, she considered ignoring it. But then the knock came again, firmer this time.
With a sigh, I set my mug down and made my way to the door. When I opened it, I was startled to see Adrian standing there, his hands buried deep in his coat pockets. He looked different tonight—not the polished, confident man I was used to seeing. His shoulders seemed heavier, and his usual charm wasn’t present in his expression.
“Adrian?” she said, blinking at him.
“Hey,” he said quietly his voice rough around the edges. “I know it’s late. I just…
