He wasn't looking at the photograph. He was looking at the hospital.
I watched his face and something cold and terrible settled inside my chest because Adrian Knight didn't react to things, not really, not visibly, three years of marriage had taught me that, he absorbed everything behind that wall he had spent a lifetime building and nothing got through, nothing showed, nothing cracked the surface.
But this did.
"Adrian."
He didn't answer.
"Look at me."
Nothing, he was still staring at the photograph, at the building in the background, at something I couldn't see yet, something that existed behind his eyes in a place I had never been allowed to reach.
"Adrian."
His name came out sharper this time, he blinked, slowly, like someone surfacing from very deep water, then he looked at m
