When Caleb stood before Sydney, the harsh edge in his demeanor faded. He softened visibly, though an unreadable shadow lingered behind his eyes.

"You're back." Sydney took half a step back and spoke softly. "Have you eaten yet? Nancy made dinner—"

"Sydney," he cut in, his voice tight as he chose his words carefully. "About what's online… It's not what it looks like. I can explain."

"Mm. I believe