A NIGHT OF WORRY

That night, Adam and Ayana settled in bed after seeing Lyana go to bed as usual. They were practically living together in Adam’s luxurious home. Her house was still there, and they could sometimes go there together and spend time there. But most of the time, they were at his house. The nights were much sweeter and more tranquil in his house. Since none of them had any complaints, his house had served as a beacon every night.

They lay side by side in the dark, waiting for a nap or a spark. But the night seemed to be on the run, and the spark was nowhere near them. Each was lost in the events that had folded into the exhibition, wondering what the morning would bring for them. Did the world already know of Adam’s secret? Was the world already judging him? Judging them? How far had the news gone? Was it something that would rip them apart?

“Can’t sleep?” Adam asked, flipping Ayana over to him. He could sense it. She was as troubled as he was. The most mesmerizing thing was that none of