Victoria's POV

I found Riley in the kitchen the next morning, looking like she hadn't slept. Perfect.

"Good morning, dear," I said, settling at the breakfast bar with deliberate ease. "You look tired."

Riley's hands never paused in their work. "I'm fine."

"Are you?" I tilted my head, studying her drawn features. "You seem... upset about something."

Riley continued chopping fruit, her movements mechanical and precise. "Just tired."

"Hmm." I picked up a strawberry from the bowl, examining it like ...