OLIVIA

 Adrian walked into my office and saw me lying on the couch. He wasn't alone; he carried a bouquet of flowers.

 Noticing the worrisome look on my face, he rushed to me.

 "Are you okay? You don't seem too well," Adrian asked, pressing the back of his palm to my neck to check my temperature.

 "I'm fine. It's just fatigue," I lied.

 It was the same thing I had told Kate. Adrian was the last person I wanted to burden with my problems.

 "Damn it! ...