ADRIAN'S POV
Adrian notices the boxes the moment he opens the door to her room.
Three of them. Cardboard. Half-full. Sitting on the floor of the bedroom she's occupied for three months like they're waiting for something. Like they're waiting for her to pack the rest of her life and disappear.
His chest seizes.
She's leaving.
The thought comes fast and hard and destroys everything in its path. She's leaving early. Breaking the contract. Packing her things because she's decided that two more years of this is too much. That he's too much.
Adrian stands in the doorway unable to move. Unable to breathe. The boxes blur in front of his eyes. He blinks and they're still there. Still real. Still proof that she's planning an exit strategy.
How long has she been packing? How many days has she been doing this while he slept? How many mornings has she sat at breakfast with him knowing that she was planning to leave?
Olivia walks into the room and stops cold when she sees him.
