TOVIA’S POV
I hadn’t planned on dropping by Noras office that afternoon. Honestly, I was supposed to be anywhere but there. Yet something had gnawed at me all morning — that silence, her unread messages, the gut-deep sense that she was slipping into something I couldn’t quite name.
So I told myself I’d swing by, check in, maybe drag her out for coffee and force her to spill whatever she was bottling up.
But when I walked into the lobby, coffee plans went out the window.
Nora was standing frozen, her back stiff, her eyes locked on a man I never wanted to see her near again — Adam.
And he wasn’t just there. He was cornering her.
Even from a distance, I could see the tension in her jaw, the paper in his hand, the way his voice carried just enough for the receptionist — and now me — to
