Breaking Ice
The morning sun filtered through the snow-streaked windows, casting soft, silver light across Liam’s apartment. Outside, the city was still blanketed in white, streets slippery with fresh ice and glistening snow. Inside, warmth and comfort filled the rooms, but Emma felt a faint ripple of unease she couldn’t ignore. Her phone buzzed with another urgent message, this one more personal than professional. It was from her overseas design partner: a sudden change in a project, with a deadline moved forward unexpectedly. Her chest tightened as she read through the details. Liam, sensing her distraction, rested a hand gently on her shoulder. “Emma… what’s wrong?” he asked softly, his eyes searching hers. “I… it’s work,” she admitted, her voice tight. “They moved the deadline up. I’ll have to r
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