The morning sun shone softly across Isabella's office window as she adjusted the stack of documents on her desk. It had been a week since Ethan was discharged, and her days had finally started to feel normal again-at least, as normal as they could be after everything that had happened.
She had missed the rhythm of work — the phone calls, the meetings, the smell of freshly brewed coffee from the break room. But even as she reviewed reports, her mind kept drifting back to one person — Alexander.
He hadn't called much since Ethan's recovery, but she knew he was watching from a distance, making sure they were safe. That was just the kind of man he was: protective, even when he pretended not to care.
A soft knock broke her thoughts. “Come in,” she said, not looking up.
Her heart stumbled wh
