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Third Person's POV
Helen stood at the bottom of the stairs long after Noah had shut his door upstairs. The sound of it was pretty subtle, not dramatic at all, but it still cut through her. She pressed her hand against her chest, brows furrowing in confusion as she tried to figure out what had just happened in the foyer when the teens had walked in.
Just a little while ago, she was looking forward to hearing about their day, hoping to find another sign that Clearwater hadn't just been a one-off. But instead, Noah had marched past her, barely giving a glance, his expression harsh and her eyes glistening with what looked way too much like anger, which was an unfamiliar look on Noah who was known to be calm.
Helen swallowed hard and turned to Adrien.
He hadn't moved an inch from his spot by the door, his shoulders tense under his dark jacket. When her eyes met his, he looked away quickly, almost like he couldn't bear to face her.
