Lena’s POV
I walked into our apartment like a ghost. My legs felt heavy, and my mind was trapped in the office, back in that room with Richard. I threw my bag on the floor and slumped onto the couch, staring blankly at the TV. I didn't even know what movie was playing. Every time I closed my eyes, I could still feel the desk against my back and the way Richard had looked at me. It wasn't just physical pleasure; it was a dark, confusing pull that I couldn't explain.
I was still sitting there, dazed and restless, when the front door swung open. Cleo walked in, his backpack hanging off one shoulder and his face bright with energy.
“Lena! You’re home early!” he cheered, dropping his bag.
I shook off the heavy thoughts and forced a smile. “Hey, kiddo. How was school?”
He climbed onto the
