Jenny couldn’t stop staring at her.
With the silence and all that followed as if Nora was trying to contemplate if pouring her mind to her P.A turned sister or just keep shut, with the silence that followed tovia walked in on them, Jenny decided to excuse herself to other half works Nora has left on her table.
Nora had always been the strong one, the girl who carried herself like nothing could break her. But that morning, as tovia watched her friend shuffle through papers without reading a word, she saw something she had never seen before—cracks.
Nora’s armor was slipping.
Her pen hovered above a form for minutes at a time, never moving. Her shoulders sagged as if the weight of invisible chains pressed her down. And her eyes… God, those eyes looked hollow, haunted, as though she’d left
