Chloe
The office feels strangely quiet after Meghan leaves. I sit behind my desk, staring at the closed door as if it might open again and she’ll walk back in, that tired look still etched on her face. My sister has always had a way of carrying the world on her shoulders, but today she looked… worn out. Not just physically tired, but something deeper. Something I can’t quite put my finger on.
I lean back in my chair, fingers drumming on the polished oak surface. Meghan’s words about taking the time to connect with Aaron before the wedding replay in my mind. She seemed so sure it was a good idea, but I can’t shake the feeling that something is weighing on her. Ever since she came back into our lives after running away from her wedding, she’s been different. A little more distant, a little
