Catherine's POV
I was only a few minutes into my solitary breakfast when the knock came. I froze, my hand halfway to my mouth. Was that Julian? Why would he come now? He was supposed to wait until later.
I pushed the plate aside, annoyed by the repetitive knock which I couldn't ignore; else it would only make things worse.
When I pulled the door open, it wasn't Julian but Gabriel.
He looked serious, not angry, exactly, but closed off. His usual easygoing expression was gone. "Can I come in?"
"Of course," I said quickly, stepping aside and gesturing him inside.
He walked past me, glancing briefly at the plate of half-eaten food on the bed. Once I closed the door, he went straight to the bed and sat down on the edge, leaning forward, hands clasped between his knees.
"Are you feeling better today?"
"Yes, thank you," I replied, moving to stand near the dresser, giving myself a little distance.
