My lips trembled slightly as my fingers hovered on my phone screen. I was tempted to call him again; my world wasn’t the same without him either, and I needed him, but I couldn’t be weak anymore. This time, I had to be strong. If I was going to move on from him, I couldn’t give in, at least not now.
My alarm for lunch rang out, snapping me out of the daydream that now felt like a nightmare. I had a meeting scheduled with a potential investor who was running over twenty minutes late, and I was done waiting.
I got up from my desk and made my way to the door when it opened, and a strange pair of blue eyes was staring back at me.
Brooklyn Whitmore stood at my office door, dressed in a black dress with pearls, black shoes, black gloves, and an unbelievably black trench coat. She looked like
