Anne's POV
I stood in the hallway outside the conference room, my hand still hovering where the door handle had been, my heart breaking into pieces I couldn't name.
"Whatever it is, it can wait."
The words echoed in my skull, sharp and cold as shards of glass. I replayed the last thirty seconds on a loop, searching for something, searching for anything that explained what had just happened. The meeting had gone well. Better than well. I had contributed, held my own, felt that familiar thrill of intellectual combat. And when everyone else filed out, I had seen him standing by the window, alone, and something had pulled me toward him.
I had wanted to say... what? I didn't even know. Maybe that I had been thinking about his words from yesterday. Maybe that I wasn't running anymore. Maybe
