The first day passed without resolution.
Which was not surprising.
What surprised her more was how normal everything still looked while something inside her had clearly shifted.
She went to work.
She attended meetings.
She reviewed creative drafts, gave feedback, signed off on a budget adjustment for the Berlin rollout, and responded to three emails that required decisions she made easily, almost automatically.
The world did not pause for the email.
It never did.
But she noticed she was moving through it slightly
differently, as if part of her attention had been pulled one room over and had not fully returned.
Damien did not bring it up that morning.
Not directly.
He made coffee.
He left earlier than usual.
He kissed her before he went, brief and steady, the kind of kiss tha
