When Lara stepped into her condo, the silence wrapped around her like a blanket—familiar, quiet, and oddly comforting.
She kicked off her shoes by the door, the echo of their fall the only sound in the stillness. The weight of the night lingered on her shoulders like a heavy residue.
After everything that happened at the bar—after seeing Lucas act like that, hearing him say things he probably wouldn’t even remember tomorrow—it only solidified her decision.
She was done letting his confusion derail her healing.
No more doubts. No more delays.
Without wasting a moment, she headed to the study room.
She slid into the chair and opened her laptop, the familiar whir of it powering on grounding her slightly.
Earlier that morning, Atty. Mendez had texted her that she had sent over the check
