Sharon sat at her desk, her fingers hovering over the keyboard as she tried to focus on finalizing her latest campaign proposal. The office buzzed around her, the familiar hum of chatter and clicking keys filling the space. Yet, her mind was elsewhere, clouded by thoughts she couldn’t seem to shake, no matter how hard she tried.
The soft ping of her phone pulled her out of her thoughts. She glanced at the screen, expecting it to be an email alert or maybe a message from Diane. But when she saw Russell’s name flashing, her stomach tightened.
Her thumb hesitated over the notification before she tapped it.
Russell:
Meet me tonight. Usual place. 8 PM.
The words were simple but carried an undeniable weight. Sharon’s heartbeat quickened as she stared at the screen, torn between conflicting
