Adrian's brows furrowed deeper, his gaze sharp enough to make Milo's shoulders hunch. "Something?" he repeated, his tone colder now. "What kind of something makes you this red in the face, hmm?"
Milo's heart thudded, his throat so dry he could hardly speak. He shuffled on his feet, whispering helplessly, "I… I don't know how to explain…"
Adrian's eyes narrowed even more, and he leaned down just slightly. "Milo. Tell me. What did you see?"
Milo's face flamed hotter, his chest tightening with panic. He stammered again, unable to look Adrian in the eye, completely lost for words.
"Wife and Jules… Wife and Jules…" Milo muttered shyly, his voice so low it was almost swallowed by the air. His face was burning, his hands clutching the sketchbook like a shield.
Adrian's eyes narrowed. "What?" he asked sharply, tilting his head as if Milo's mumbling had only fueled his suspicion. Without waiting for an answer, Adrian turned toward Ruby's door.
