Olivia POV
I followed him into a study that looked like it belonged in a different,house entirel from the one we are, dark wood, hard lines, a wall of glass overlooking water so still it barely looked real.
"What exactly did you say to him?" Roman asked, the second the door clicked shut behind us.
"Nothing dramatic. I introduced myself. I told him I liked to draw."
"He hasn't approached anyone unprompted in months. Not the therapist, not his teachers, not Mrs. Doyle, who he's known since birth."
"Is that supposed to be a problem?"
"It's unexpected." He said the word like an accusation, like unexpected was a synonym for dangerous.
"I'm sorry, was I meant to make sure your son stayed exactly as shut down as he was when I walked in the door?"
"That's not what I said."
"It's certainly
