Nirvana's POV
The silence in the dining room was so heavy it actually made my ears itchy. I sat at the long dining table and stared blankly down at my untouched food. My appetite was totally gone, replaced by a tight, burning knot right in my chest.
Adrian sat directly across from me, wearing a tailored suit and a crisp white shirt. He was looking exactly the way he did when he stood behind his imposing podium at the university.
In one hand he held the morning newspaper, and in the other, a cup of steaming black coffee, looking as dashingly hot as ever.
He did not look up when I walked into the room. He did not even offer a simple greeting. He simply turned the page of his paper with a sharp rustle and took another slow sip of his coffee. He was a master of emotional detachment, I mu
