WILLIAMS HAROLD RODRIGUEZ
It was one of those days where the silence in my office felt louder than the hum of the city outside the windows. The kind of silence that gets inside your head and wraps itself around your thoughts like a rope, refusing to let go. I’d barely been here ten minutes, maybe less, and already I was restless.
I leaned back in my chair and stared at the ceiling, eyes unfocused, mind drifting back to Kaia—again.
Florida.
I could still see her there..sunlight dancing across her face, her laugh floating over the water as she kicked up sand with her bare feet. She’d worn that ridiculous floppy hat she swore made her look “beach-chic” but actually just made her look like the goofball I fell for. We’d argued about who made the better playlist for the drive down, and I le
