Adrian’s house felt different.Not quiet.Not peaceful.Just… controlled.Everything was in place, but nothing felt right.Adrian stood by the window, adjusting his cuff slowly, his mind not fully present. Since leaving the hospital, something had been off—like a part of him had been left behind somewhere he couldn’t remember.Behind him, Bianca walked in, her heels clicking softly against the floor.“You should be resting,” she said gently.Adrian didn’t turn.“I’ve rested enough.”Bianca watched him carefully. Even now, even after everything, he still felt… distant. Not cold. Not rude. Just not hers.Before she could say anything else—The door opened.“Adrian!”His mother walked in, her presence filling the room instantly.“My son,” she said, walking straight to him and holding his face warmly. “You’re looking better.”Adrian gave a small nod. “I’m fine.”She turned immediately to Bianca, her expression softening.“And you,” she smiled. “You’ve been taking good care of him.”Bianca
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