Kelly’s POV
By the time the clock crawled past five-thirty on Tuesday, the office had emptied out the way a tide slips back into the ocean. Chairs sat pushed in, computer screens dimmed to black, and the once busy floor carried only the faint echo of footsteps already gone.
I could feel the silence settling around me, soft and heavy, the kind of silence that made every small sound feel amplified, as paper rustled, and my fingers were tapping, my tired sighs leaking out despite my best attempt to keep them contained.
I should have been on my way home like everyone else, but the contract on my desk wasn’t going to finish itself. Scott wanted the summary finalized, and Michael, well Michael didn’t say he wanted anything, but he gave me the file knowing I’d handle it.
That meant I couldn
