Adrian’s POV
I heard her before I saw her.
Light footsteps on the stairs. Unhurried, but sounding tense.
When I stepped into the hallway, she was already there, moving past me with her gaze fixed straight ahead. No greeting. No hesitation. Like I was invisible.
Good, that was safer.
Still, the dismissal stung more than I expected.
She smelled faintly of soap and something soft, familiar now. Her hair was pulled back, her clothes simple. No effort. Although she looked stressed out and tired
I wanted to apologize to her but then I changed my mind. I let her pass without a word, watching her descend the stairs.
I stayed where I was for a moment, listening to the house settle. Then the sound of her voice drifted up from the kitchen.
“Did Liam come home last night?” The question tig
