Kelly’s POV
After Hope left, the silence swallowed the apartment whole. The coffee mug on the table had gone cold, and the sunlight that once looked soft now poured through the window like a harsh spotlight.
I sat on the futon, staring at my phone screen, the job interview notification from the Donovan Group of Companies glowed like a spark in the darkness of my life.
I knew I should be happy, hopeful, even but the feeling sitting in my stomach wasn’t hope, it was dread.
The idea of walking into that interview, pretending all was fine, pretending I hadn’t failed at everything I’d once built, and might also fail in this, made me sick.
I’d have to talk about my past, about my so-called “design experience,” about the business I’d lost. Every lie I’d tell would feel heavier than anythi
