The silence in the room became unbearable. Not because anyone raised their voice. Because no one did. That was the terrifying part.
Camille sat rigidly on the sofa, visibly regretting every word that had left her mouth. Vivian looked almost pleased with herself, like a woman carefully placing matches around gasoline and waiting to see which spark finally caught. And Adrian looked at no one. His gaze remained fixed somewhere beyond the room entirely, his jaw tight enough to cut glass.
Liora could feel the weight radiating from him now. Not coldness, not calculation. Something heavier. Something that had been buried a long time.
"There was another girl," she said quietly.
Adrian didn't answer.
The absence of denial was its own kind of answer.
A strange ache settled in Liora's chest. No
