Adrian's POV
The water was heavier than I imagined.
I kicked frantically, my legs thrashing as if they could tear me free but the deeper I fought, the deeper it pulled me under. My throat burned, my chest felt like it was caving in. Panic ripped through me, sharp and merciless. I couldn't breathe. I couldn't fight the weight pressing down on me.
I hated this—this helplessness. No matter how hard I clawed against it, the pool swallowed me whole.
I had been in my room only minutes before, watching from the window as Lance sat quietly by the poolside. He wasn't doing anything just sitting there with those unreadable eyes of his, luggage stacked beside him like a silent declaration. But then my uncle appeared. I should have known it wouldn't end well.
Ever since Grandfather's funeral, the house was shifting into something darker. The moment Grandfather's ashes settled into the urn, Father's voice had cut through this home like a blade. He wanted Lance gone.
