Leo arrived with the familiar mix of concern and practicality, listening as Adam paced and retold everything from the beginning. He suggested, gently, that maybe Clara just needed space or fresh air, that she’d show up later, annoyed but fine. People sometimes just took off for a few hours.
Adam shook his head. Clara wasn’t impulsive like that. She might have needed space, sure, but she wouldn’t vanish without sending at least a short message. She wouldn’t turn off her phone completely, not with weekend plans and work emails and everything else waiting.