ARRDE
The city jogged by in a blur. Glimmering lights smeared across the windows like streaks of fire, yet all I could hear was my heartbeat thudding against my ears, muffled by the low hum of the engine. I leaned my head back against the seat, exhaling slowly.
Three days in Paris had done little to calm the storm inside me. I’d shaken hands with men in crisp suits, clinked champagne flutes, nodded through boardroom meetings, but my mind never left home. Not for a second.
Especially not Alex. He crossed my mind more often.
Every second I spent pretending I didn’t care was a lie i made up to gaslight myself from thinking about him. I heard rumours that he'll be back soon.
I leaned my head back against the car seat, the soft leather caressing the base of my skull like a lie dressed in
