The car door shut softly behind her, but the sound echoed louder in Amelia’s chest than it should have.
She didn’t look back.
Not at the building.
Not at the glass doors she had just walked out of.
Not at the place that now held more of her past than she was ready to face all at once.
“Drive,” she said quietly.
The car moved almost immediately, pulling away from Kingsley Technologies with smooth precision, blending into the flow of the city as though nothing significant had just happened.
But inside.
Amelia felt it.
The weight.
She turned her face toward the window, her gaze settling on the passing streets, but she wasn’t really seeing them. Her mind was elsewhere, pulled between the present and something she had worked too hard to leave behind.
Alexander.
The way he looked at
