Alehandra Peters noticed three things the moment she stepped into the living room.First.Kendrick looked tense.Not angry. Not irritated. Not defensive.Just alert.She had known him long enough to recognize the difference. Kendrick rarely lost control of his emotions, but his body always betrayed subtle shifts in awareness. The slight tightening of his shoulders. The stillness in his posture. The careful way he measured the room before speaking.He was guarding something.Second.
