It’s my first day back, too. I can’t be late.
She gives me an understanding smile and hands me a flat black box with a note pinned on top. “Your husband wanted me to give you this as well.”
My heart beats rapidly as I read the note.
Don’t worry about being late to work today. Take more time off to recover. —Misha.
No love. No have a good day. Not even a generic sincerely. Just his name at the end of a cold, professional message he could send to any single person in his employ.
I crumple the note in my hand and flip open the box.
A pair of teardrop diamond earrings make me stop. It’s not the gift I expected after reading the note.
Then again, Misha is never what I expect.
Angry at how stupidly beautiful they are, I slam the box closed and drop it on the bedside table. Layna is waiti
