Adrian’s POV
The fire in the study had burned low, leaving only faint orange light across the walls. I sat behind my desk, untouched papers scattered in front of me. My mind wasn’t on them. It hadn’t been for days.
I’d heard Soren come in earlier. The sound of the door opening. His hesitant steps. Then silence. Every minute that passed since then had felt longer than an hour.
I’d left the note because I didn’t know what else to do. Talking to him had become harder lately, like we were speaking in two different languages. I wanted to fix things, but I didn’t know where to start.
The door creaked softly.
When I looked up, Soren stood there. His hair was damp, his coat still wet from the rain. His eyes were red, not from tears maybe, but from exhaustion. He looked at me for a long moment
