Olivia Westview
I stood frozen in the empty office.
The emotions surged inside me like a tidal wave, threatening to break free—anger, sadness, relief, and the tiniest, most frustrating part of me that felt… disappointed.
I didn’t want to feel that way. I didn’t want to care. What had I expected? An apology? A heartfelt explanation? I almost laughed at the thought. This was James—Mr. Sinclair—he didn’t explain things. He didn’t open up. He kept people at arm’s length, always in control, always untouchable.
I ran a hand through my hair, tugging slightly as if the pain would bring me back to reality. I was being foolish. So, so stupid. He wasn’t going to explain himself. He never did. He would just waltz back into the office later, as if nothing had happened. Because to him, nothing had
