WESLEY
Back in Los Angeles, everything around me looked the same — busy streets, tall buildings, and the constant noise of the city — but nothing felt right. I sat in my new office, staring at the wall without seeing anything. The success we had worked so hard for now tasted like ash in my mouth. I was miserable. Deeply, painfully miserable. Every morning when I woke up, the first thought in my head was Natalia. Every night before sleep, her face haunted me. I had fallen madly in love with her, and I could not live without her.
Paul came over that afternoon, like he had done almost every day since we returned from Paris. He sat across from me with a serious look on his face. The smell of fresh coffee filled the room, but I had not touched my cup.
“Wesley, you have to snap out of this,”
