OLIVER
The office was suffocating. The sleek, modern furniture and the soft hum of the air conditioning should have made it feel luxurious, but today, it felt like a cage. I sat at my desk, my fingers resting on the keyboard, staring at the same email for what felt like an eternity.
The words blurred together, meaningless, as my thoughts spiraled into the one thing I couldn't shake.
Her voice.
I couldn't stop thinking about the way Isla's voice softened when she spoke to that man on the phone. The way she laughed— genuinely, openly-as if the weight of the world had lifted, even for a moment. She never sounded like that with me.
That lightness, that ease, it wasn't mine. It belonged to someone else.
The thought clawed at my mind, gnawing at the edges of my sanity. Who the hell was he
