Amara crossed her arms, her eyes fixed on Adrian as he paced the penthouse living room. The faint hum of the city below seemed muted, as though the world had narrowed to this one tense space, this one fragile moment.“Who was that?” she asked, though deep down her intuition had already whispered the answer. Her voice was steady, but her chest ached with the weight of anticipation. She had sensed it, the sudden chill that had settled over Adrian, the way his jaw had tightened, the subtle shift in his posture when the phone rang.Adrian paused mid-step, his hand brushing through his hair, fingers trembling slightly. “No one you need to worry about,” he said, but the words were too fast, too clipped, too rehearsed.Amara’s heart tightened. That tone, it was one she had learned to recognize long ago. The tone that signaled secrets, avoidance, and protection built on walls too high for her to scale. “That’s what you always say,” she murmured, voice low but sharp. “And every time you hide s
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