The next morning felt unusually heavy.
Dianne woke up with a tightness in her chest, the events of the previous day replaying on a loop—her shouting at Roy, Leo dragging her away, Roy’s face when she told him he had no right to police her.
She felt worse knowing Maya had been happy about it.
She wasn’t.
Not even a little.
When she got to work, the air between her and Roy was thick, cold, suffocating.
She passed by him at the lobby.
He didn’t look up.
She didn’t greet him.
They were two wounded souls pretending nothing was wrong while everything had already fallen apart.
Even Tessa, Roy’s secretary, sensed the awkwardness.
She kept glancing between them like she was watching a bomb countdown.
Around lunchtime, Leo showed up beside Dianne’s desk with his usual grin.
“Hey, Dianne
