Sophia’s POV
I stepped out of the elevator on the ground floor of the office building, the familiar click of my heels echoing against the marble tiles like they always did. It was just another Tuesday evening in New York, and somehow, that felt both comforting and surreal.
My days had slipped back into the rhythm they’d had before Colton crashed into my life like a whirlwind I never saw coming.
Wake up at six, brew a strong cup of coffee in Emily’s kitchen while the city outside the windows was still blinking awake, scroll through emails on my phone during the short subway ride, and then dive into the stacks of reports and client briefs that waited for me on my desk.
No more stolen moments of wondering if the other shoe was about to drop.
No more whispers following me down the hal
