I’m pacing the length of Adrian’s study, occasionally sighing, and wringing my hands. Anxiety is making me crazy, and I keep jumping every time Adrian’s phone signals any kind of notification.
Adrian, in contrast, is infuriatingly calm. He sits at his desk, sorting through paperwork and answering emails as though we aren’t waiting for news that will either avoid catastrophe or not. He sends me a concerned glance every now and again, but I think that has more to do with my obvious panicking than the situation.
“Sit down, Lily. Pour yourself a drink if you need one.” He finally says.
“I can’t sit down, and alcohol will just make it worse.” I say agitated. “How can you be so calm?”
“I’ve learned long ago that worrying will not help matters. Once I put a plan in place, I’ve done all I
