MACEY
Monday morning came too fast.
I wasn’t ready for the week, and I definitely wasn’t ready to see Zinna. Not after what happened on Saturday.
The entire ride to work, my mind replayed the scene like a broken record. I’d tried to tell myself it didn’t matter. That I wasn’t the jealous type. That what Damien and I had wasn’t… whatever this messy, undefined thing had become.
Except, who was I kidding?
I was waiting for the shoe to drop. Waiting for Zinna to burst into my office, smiling that too-sweet smile she always wore before she delivered bad news.
But the morning dragged on in silence. No confrontation. No gossip floating through the hallway. Just me, drowning in emails I couldn’t focus on and overthinking every possible version of what that girl... Aliyah, right? might
