Lisa’s POV
The rest of the day passed… quietly, I won’t say peacefully but controlled.
Work came in steady waves. Files, corrections, schedules, small instructions that required precision but not conversation. Clara checked in occasionally, subtle, never intrusive. Chris passed by once, gave me a look that said coping? without actually asking.
And Ethan? Nothing, not a glance, not a word. Not even the acknowledgment that, just a few hours ago, we had sat across from each other, sharing a table, sharing space that didn’t feel like a battlefield.
It was like it never happened, like I imagined it.
By the time evening settled in, the office had thinned out. The energy shifted, less pressure, more silence.
I packed up slowly, organizing my desk with deliberate care. Not because I needed
