Three days passed.
I tried to avoid Adrian. I stayed in the guest room. I played the role I was given.
But that night at dinner, his phone rang.
He looked at the screen and stood up so fast the chair nearly fell.
"Who was that?" I asked softly.
"Melissa," he said, his eyes burning.
My chest tightened.
"She's back," he added. "And she wants to see me."
I nodded, trying to stay calm.
But inside, I was falling apart.