The days after Lydia left with the children stretched into a painful blur for Adrian. The penthouse, once filled with the sounds of family life, now echoed with emptiness. He wandered the halls like a stranger in his own home, picking up Hayes’s forgotten toys and staring at Aurelia’s empty bassinet for long stretches of time. Sleep evaded him most nights, and when it came, it was haunted by nightmares of losing his family forever. Sophie, sensing her moment, became bolder and more strategic. She visited the penthouse almost daily, always arriving with groceries, home-cooked meals, or small comforts. Her presence had become a quiet constant in Adrian’s lonely world. One evening, as Adrian sat on the sofa staring blankly at the city lights, Sophie entered carrying a tray of tea and biscuits. “You haven’t eaten properly again,” she said gently, setting the tray down. “I made your favorite chamomile tea. It’ll help you sleep.” Adrian accepted the cup with a tired nod. “Thank you,
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