Lisa’s POV
The morning I was supposed to return to work didn’t feel like a return, it felt like… a test. I stood in front of the mirror longer than necessary, not because I didn’t know what to wear but because something about today felt different.
I eventually chose something simple… a dress that fits… clean, effortless, no unnecessary statement. Today wasn’t about proving anything, It was about surviving the day without losing control.
By the time I got downstairs, the car was already waiting. Of course, it was. Ethan was inside, he didn’t even look at me when I got in. His eyes were fixated on his tab, he didn’t greet me nor acknowledge my presence… nothing new.
“Your ankle?” he asked after a moment, eyes still on his tablet.
It caught me off guard, not with the question. Just… the
