Daniel closed the door quietly behind him.
The soft click echoed through the room, followed by silence.
For a moment, he stood still, listening.
Nothing.
No footsteps.
No voices.
No interruptions.
Good.
“About time,” Amelia said from across the room.
She was leaning casually against the dresser, arms folded, her expression laced with amusement as she watched him.
“You took longer than expected.”
Daniel loosened his tie slightly, his movements calm, unhurried.
“I had to make sure I wasn’t followed,” he replied.
Amelia smirked.
“Oh, please,” she said lightly. “Maisie wouldn’t notice if you walked past her holding my hand.”
Daniel didn’t react to that.
Not because it wasn’t true.
But because it didn’t matter.
“She’s distracted,” he said instead.
“Good,” Amelia replied, push
