Tomorrow.
That word echoed in my head long after I left the estate.
Tomorrow, I would finally meet him.
The man who had controlled every detail of my life without ever standing in front of me.
The man whose voice lingered even in silence.
The man who said I would fit… like I was something designed for him.
I didn’t sleep.
Not because I couldn’t.
But because my mind refused to be still.
Every cancelled meeting replayed itself like a pattern I had failed to understand.
The first time… flight delay.
The second… urgent board meeting.
The third… unavailable.
Each excuse colder than the last.
Each absence louder than any presence.
It wasn’t coincidence.
It was deliberate.
He had been avoiding me.
No… not avoiding.
Controlling when I would see him.
And somehow, that realizatio
