Lola stared at her reflection in the mirror, searching for a version of herself she still recognized. But all she saw was someone unraveling—someone who had sacrificed too much and was now left questioning if it had ever been worth it.
The call from the unknown number had shaken her more than she wanted to admit. And Yemi? He had barely said a word after she told him about it.
Now, standing in their penthouse with the city lights sprawling beneath her, the silence stretched between them like a thick fog.
“I need to know where your head is at,” Yemi finally said, his voice cutting through the tension.
Lola turned, meeting his gaze. He looked exhausted—like he was carrying the weight of something neither of them wanted to name.
“My head?” She let out a sharp laugh. “My head is spinning,
