THOMAS POV
"I have a feeling something is wrong with Lombard"Lying
in bed together, I couldn't shake the feeling that Lombard was acting a bit strange. Annabel, who was gently running her fingers through my hair, looked at me quizzically.
"Huh. How so?" she asked, her touch soothing against the backdrop of my growing concern.
"It's just Lombard," I began, a furrow forming on my brow. "He's been distant like he's carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders. And there's something in his eyes, something lost."
Annabel's expression shifted to one of thoughtful concern. "You think something's bothering him? Maybe we should talk to him, find out what's going on."
I nodded, appreciating her empathy. "Yeah, it's like he's slipping away, and I can't quite put my finger on it. Maybe it's
