107

ADELINE

I knock on the door to Katya’s home office for what feels like the hundredth time. Still locked.

Of course it is.

I shift the tray in my hands — a small bowl of fruit, a plain oatmeal, a few slices of toast. Nothing fancy. Just something soft, light. Something she can’t argue with.

She hasn’t eaten since she locked herself in there yesterday. I’m sure of it.

“Kat,” I call gently. “I made y