Diane’s POV

As soon as I get to the living room, Jason is there, seated on the sofa, shirtless and with a mug of coffee in one hand. His gaze is fixed on the laptop perched on his knees. It’s surprising to see him so… domestic. He’s been distant and strange ever since that man, Raphael, left last night. He brushed it off as "work stuff," but the tense set of his shoulders told me it was something far more serious.

"Good morning," I greet, walking towards the kitchen to get my own coffee.

His eyes lift from the screen, scanning me from head to toe before he responds. "Morning....