Sebastian
The morning light seeps through the glass walls of my penthouse, too soft and warm for the weight in my chest. My phone buzzes on the counter, the sound slicing through the silence.
I grab it immediately, my pulse quickening when I see the name. Agnes.
We can meet today. But make sure Christopher isn’t watching me.
That’s easy today. James Alexander is already here.
“Dad’s on his way up,” Eric announces as he walks into the kitchen, his tone almost casual, like we didn’t spend the night spiralling in fear and guilt.
“Should we, like, get breakfast or something?” I ask, my nerves making my words uneven.
My hands are clammy, and I wipe them on my pants, trying to ignore the anxiety clawing at me.
Eric chuckles, opening the fridge. “Dad makes breakfast,” he says, as if that’
