Oscar's POV
“Oscar, what’s wrong?” Henry asked, his voice soft with genuine concern. That warmth—his obvious care for me—should have made me feel good. And yet…
I waited until Lila stepped outside, her figure disappearing beyond the front windows.
“Have you spent much time around Tobias?” I asked, strolling casually over to the glass, pretending not to watch too closely.
“Not really,” Henry replied, busying himself with the dishwasher. “He’s been around a few times, but only really talks to her.”
“He’s okay with you two sharing a room?” I asked, my tone deliberately light.
Henry paused for just a second. “If he even knows,” he muttered.
I turned from the window, lips curling into something between a smirk and a frown. “Tobias is used to getting everything he wants. He doesn’t like t
