AGNOR:
I haven’t touched the file in front of me in the last thirty minutes.
It’s open with numbers and projections laid out neatly across the page, waiting for my analysis but all I can see is Blue's face. The way she looked at me this morning after I said those things. Like I had just confirmed every fear she’s been carrying around in her chest.
Weak.
I hate that I said that. Hate that I meant it even if only for a moment.
I lean back in my chair and rub a hand over my jaw, eyes narrowing at the city skyline outside my office window. It’s a clear morning but everything inside me feels stormy.
I should have kept my mouth shut. Should have let it go when she asked me to.
But how am I supposed to stay quiet when she’s still defending the man who nearly destroyed her? Who has her son
