The studio was unusually calm for a Monday afternoon, the kind of lull that came only when a team had finally found its rhythm. It was the last week of the campaign, and although the pressure still lingered in the air, it no longer felt suffocating. Sienna moved through the space with a steadier presence, her steps lighter, her shoulders less tense, her focus sharper. She wasn’t fully recovered from the burnout, but she was no longer drowning in it.
Theo noticed immediately.
He watched her from across the room as she adjusted a lighting panel, her expression thoughtful, her movements precise. She looked tired, yes, but she also looked… content. Settled. Balanced in a way he hadn’t seen since the campaign began.
He narrowed his eyes. Something was different. And he had a very good guess
