THEA
Hours pass painstakingly slowly. After twenty-eight minutes of emotional breakdown, I reapply my makeup like that's all it takes to fix me, my hands steadying just enough to stop the mascara from smearing.
Nora didn’t come to my office. Nor did I receive a sack letter in my mail or through a messenger.
But I can’t shake the feeling that I’m on borrowed time. My pulse races, and the silence feels heavier than it should. Was it only because I skipped a day? Something I said? Maybe I’ve already messed up.
I glance at myself in the mirror, wondering why the woman staring back at me still feels so… small.
Maybe Ezra embarrassed me because he sees what Sebastian sees in me—the flawed woman hiding beneath pristine suits. The woman who couldn't keep a home, couldn't hold a family togethe
