Marissa
My fingers hovered over my iPad as I sat restlessly on my table. My attention was fixed on Justin’s office door. He had come in not long ago, yet something about him felt off.
I glanced through the glass partition. He wasn’t typing, making calls, or reviewing reports. He just sat there, staring blankly at the wall. I’d spent enough time watching this man to know when something was wrong.
And now that I knew the truth that he couldn’t feel our bond the way I did, it all made a strange sort of sense.
I wasn’t second-guessing myself anymore. The confusion had cleared, even if the ache in my chest hadn’t. I’d spent the whole night heartbroken, lying awake with too many thoughts and not enough answers.
Eventually, I turned to research, looking for proof that I wasn’t losing my mind
