Dahlia's POV
"Dahlia, what's wrong with you? You've been acting strange since you got back."
Diane wrapped her arm around mine as we settled onto the couch. Across the room, Christina frantically scrolled through hotel listings on her phone.
I thought her search was pointless. Soren had vanished after dinner for some urgent office meeting, leaving me with instructions to get some rest. His return time remained a mystery.
Still, Christina seemed convinced she was overstaying her welcome.
"Nothing's wrong. Just exhausted," I replied, forcing a smile while squeezing Diane's hand gently.
My phone buzzed with a text from Soren. Someone's bringing a room key to the downstairs unit. Tomorrow I'll have it cleaned properly. She can stay there with the housekeeper I'm sending over. It'll be more convenient for taking care of us.
