Genevieve’s POV I watched Norman as he sat beside me, his attention divided between our conversation and the phone he had placed on the bedside table. He had tried to appear relaxed since arriving, but I knew him well enough to recognize when something was troubling him. The mention of Dennis and the investigation into his childhood had changed his mood, even though he had done his best not to let it affect our time together. I gently ran my fingers over the back of his hand. “You know you don't have to pretend everything is fine whenever you're with me, don't you?” He turned toward me. “I wasn't pretending.” “You've been staring at your phone as though you're expecting someone to announce that the world is ending.” A small smile appeared on his face. “I'm waiting for Adrian to get back to me. That's all.” “Then perhaps you should put the phone away until he does. Whatever information he has will still be there in an hour.” He considered my suggestion before turning the phone
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