Liora's POV
The worst part about jealousy was that it made absolutely no sense. At least, that was the conclusion I reached sometime around nine o'clock the following morning while staring at an email I had already read three times.
I wasn't eighteen, and I wasn't in high school, and I certainly wasn't the type of woman who spent her days obsessing over photographs on social media, yet somehow, that was exactly what I had done the night before. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Alice standing beside Ezra, smiling, laughing and looking completely comfortable in his world.
The memory followed me all the way to the office, and unfortunately, so did my bad mood.
By ten o'clock, I had reorganized the same folder twice, by eleven, I had answered emails that didn't actually require answers,
