Eileen’s POV

The rain showed no signs of stopping.

It fell in heavy sheets over Hudson Yards, blurring the lights and turning the streets into streaks of gold and silver reflections.

I stepped out of the taxi, holding my coat tighter around myself.

And then—I saw him.

Adrian.

Standing a few meters away.

Completely soaked.

His hair was damp, clinging slightly to his forehead, water dripping from the edges of his sleeves and coat. He looked like he had been waiting there for a while.

I froze for half a second.

“…Addy?”

Adrian’s gaze locked onto me immediately.

“You turned your phone off?” he asked, his voice low, carrying a...