Olivia Westview
I did not know what to do anymore.
I was a mess, and I knew I was just one string away from a total breakdown. Every breath felt too shallow, too tight, and the weight of it all—James’s injury, the guilt, Karen’s harassment, the office gossip, the day’s chaos—was pressing down on me like a hundred bricks.
But I couldn’t afford to fall apart, not here, not now. So, I did what I always did. I swallowed it all down, every emotion, every tear, every ounce of panic, and I powered through the day.
One task after the other.
Emails flooded in—some important, some not, but all of them needed answers. I scheduled, rescheduled, and canceled meetings. James’s calendar was packed, and it was up to me to untangle the mess. The phone rang incessantly, and I answered every call wi
