With a soft breath, she turned and started walking toward the elevator. Each step felt heavier than it should.
Her phone vibrated. A message from Harper lit up the screen:
“Already downstairs. Coffee’s strong. I saved you a muffin. You’re welcome—but I’m giving it five more minutes before I eat it myself.”
Maya let out a soft breath—half laugh, half sigh—and tucked the phone away.
No more hiding. No more overthinking. Today, she would find him. Today, she would make it right.
She arrived at the breakfast area, scanning the room the moment she stepped in.
The team was already there—chattering in low tones over coffee and plates of fruit and pastries. Even Ethan and his manager had shown up, seated near the buffet with smug ease.
But the one person she was searching for… wasn’t there.
