Adrian’s POV
The house felt quieter than usual. Too quiet.
Soren had gone out earlier with Ryan to meet some investors for the restaurant, but he hadn’t returned yet. It wasn’t like him to stay out this late without a message, especially not after the way we’d left things that morning, awkward, tense, but also… different.
I walked through the hallway, my hand brushing against the framed pictures on the wall, some of us smiling at the beach, one of him covered in flour after baking, another of our wedding day, both of us laughing because the officiant had forgotten the rings. Those moments felt like lifetimes ago.
Now, there was distance. Not the cold, angry kind, but the fragile, uncertain kind that sits between two people who have said too much and not enough at the same time.
I sat
