Sarah's POV
Adrian entered the bedroom carrying his suit jacket over one arm, his tie loosened, looking every bit the exhausted executive. His face softened when he saw me propped against the pillows.
"Sarah. You look a little better today." He leaned down to kiss my forehead, but I turned away. His brow furrowed. "What's wrong?"
I pulled the bottle from beneath the pillow and set it on the nightstand with force. Then the note. The chart. Evidence laid out like a courtroom exhibit. "Explain this."
Adrian froze. For a split second, something flickered in his dark eyes, surprise, calculation, maybe even a flash of guilt. But it vanished behind the polished mask. He picked up the bottle, turning it slowly as if seeing it for the first time. "Where did you get this?"
"Your drawer. You lef
