Adrian read the news alert standing in my mother's doorway.
I watched his face go through the same sequence. Mine had recognition, calculation, the rapid recalibration of someone absorbing an attack they'd anticipated in theory but not in this specific form on this specific morning.
Then it closed down. Completely. The most controlled I'd seen him since we met, which told me the opposite of what the surface suggested.
He was furious.
"Come in," my mother said from behind me, with the particular composure of a woman who'd opened her door to crises before and understood that falling apart at the threshold helped no one.
Adrian stepped inside. His eyes found mine immediately. "You saw it."
"Thirty seconds before I texted you."
"Insider trading." He said flatly. The words of someone id
