Adrian’s POV
The house was too quiet when I got back.
Not the peaceful kind of quiet, the kind that made every sound louder in your head.
I loosened my tie, then pulled it off completely, tossing it onto the console table without caring where it landed. My jacket followed.
The silence pressed harder on my chest the farther I walked in. Clearly no one was home.
I checked the living room first. Empty. The kitchen—clean, untouched. Upstairs? Same story. Every room looked perfect, neat, and lifeless. It irritated me more than I expected.
I stood in the middle of the hallway, hands on my hips.
For a second, I considered staying. Pouring a drink and sitting with whatever mood had followed me home like a shadow but the thought made my skin crawl.
I grabbed my phone instead. “Ethan,” I
