Ignazio
It had been a week since my fight with Danica, and yet the loss was still reeling in my heart.
I stood in my darkened office, staring out the window at the city below. My mind was consumed by thoughts of Danica, and the pain I had seen in her eyes when she left. It was like a knife pierced into my heart and twisted. Hurting her was never my intention, but it seems I ended up doing just that.
I knew that I had lost her trust, and it was a hard pill to swallow. I had never meant to hurt her, but I had been so focused on protecting her that I had forgotten about the importance of honesty.
As much as I needed to check on her, I realized that I needed to give Danica space, to let her process her emotions and come to terms with what she had learned. I couldn't just show up at her d
