Damian's POV
Silence had weight.
Thick. Settling. It lingered long after Sabrina’s heels vanished down the hall.
I waited until I heard the elevator doors close. Two more seconds. Then three.
Then I moved.
The hallway felt too narrow. The lights too dim. Or maybe it was just my head, still pulsing from everything she hadn’t said.
I should’ve let it lie.
Should’ve poured a drink. Slept it off. Focused on the merger. The numbers. The noise I could control.
Instead, I stood in front of Brielle's door. Knuckles grazing the wood. Thinking about raspberry cookies and the way Brielle had quietly disappeared the second Sabrina stepped into the house, like she knew she didn’t belong.
I knocked twice.
Soft. Intentional.
No answer.
I waited.
Then the lock clicked.
The door didn’t swing
