Back at the Penthouse- Damien pov
I walked in carrying a bag from Noah's favorite ice cream shop, finding Aria on the couch, her laptop open, the security footage paused on screen. She'd watched it. Multiple times, judging by the replay count.
"Hey." I set down my briefcase and held up the bag. "I brought the contraband."
"Shh." She glanced toward the hallway where Noah's room was. "He finally went to sleep twenty minutes ago. If he smells that ice cream, we'll never get him back down."
"Then I guess we'll have to eat it ourselves." I moved to the kitchen, putting the container in the freezer. "Save it for tomorrow."
When I returned, Aria was still staring at the laptop screen.
"Where's Noah?" I asked, though she'd already answered.
"Asleep." She didn't look up. "I've watched this seven times."
"The security footage from today?" I sat beside her, recognizing the angle from my office building's cameras.
"And?"
