Sia POV
I couldn’t sit still.
The spreadsheet on my desk blurred into meaningless numbers, columns and rows swimming in my vision until I couldn’t even remember what I’d been trying to calculate. The hum of the office, phones ringing, keyboards tapping, low murmurs of conversation, felt too loud, too close, pressing against me from all sides. My pen had been resting uselessly between my fingers for the last ten minutes, tapping against the paper in uneven rhythms.
I told myself to focus. Just… focus. But every time my eyes traced the figures on the page, her voice cut through the silence in my head again, sharp, accusing, poisonous.
My chair scraped against the floor as I pushed back, the movement sharper than I intended. I stood quickly, grabbing my phone just to have something to hol
