Adelyn stared at herself in the mirror.
Something didn't feel right.
She knew he had been about to leave —and stayed only because she asked him to.
And yet …
It didn't feel that simple.
A faint crease formed between her brows.
Why had he agreed so easily?
There hadn't been a token of refusal. No hesitation. No polite insistence on leaving.
He had simply … accepted.
As if that was all he had been waiting for.
For her to ask.
For her to be the one to step forward —willingly.
Her lips pressed in a thin line.
"Did I just get tricked?" she murmured under her breath. The thought lingered longer than she liked.
And just then —
A soft melody drifted in from the living room, light and rhythmic enough to pull her attention back.
She hadn't forgotten —but it did remind her of what she still needed to do.
She had to get him something to change into.
Adelyn exhaled quietly and turned away from the mirror.
There was no point of overthinking now.
