Sylvia's POV
As soon as I stepped out of my mother's office, I didn't stop to breathe—I just headed straight for the parking garage and slid into my car like I was trying to outrun the whole damn day.
The second the engine roared to life, I gripped the steering wheel tighter than necessary, my knuckles turning bone-white.
Concrete and steel blurred past as I pulled out of the Howling Peaks corporate lot, but no amount of speed could shake the heaviness sitting on my chest.
Then came the red light. Of course.
I slammed the brakes harder than I needed to, and the car jerked to a stop.
The silence inside the cabin was deafening.
That's when the replay started—the one scene I couldn't get out of my head, like a scratched-up record looping the same line over and over.
