Adrian sat at the edge of the pool, the water still beneath the soft lights. A half-finished glass of wine rested beside him, its surface trembling with the faint ripples from the pool. His expression was blank-too tired to mask the ache that lingered in his chest.
Bravin entered quietly, bowing slightly. "Sir, I took him home," he said softly.
Adrian didn't respond. His eyes stayed on the water.
Bravin hesitated before adding, "He's been crying uncontrollably...non-stop." His voice wavered, then steadied. "Are you sure that was the right decision?"
Adrian's jaw tensed. After a long silence, he said quietly, "Bravin, you know I don't have another choice."
Bravin lowered his head and left without another word.
