SIA POV
I had my keys in hand, heels clicking against the pavement as I made my way to my car. The late afternoon air carried that end-of-day heaviness, the kind that told you most people were going home to something familiar; family, dinner, laughter, even if it was just the TV talking in the background.
But me?
My something was silence and the sound of Joel's video games.
Still, I walked on, telling myself I’d get in, drive home, maybe pour a glass of wine, distract myself with a show. And yet…
I glanced back.
He was there, framed by his office window, talking to someone but not quite smiling. Jason had this way of looking at people, like he was both listening and thinking about what wasn’t being said. His eyes caught mine for a split second. Not long enough to call it staring, not
