Laura stepped through the glass doors of her office building, a place that had once felt so familiar and comforting, but now felt strangely foreign.
It had only been a week since she was discharged from the hospital, but it felt like an eternity since she had been a part of this world.
The sterile smell of the lobby, the distant hum of conversations, the clicking of heels against polished floors—these were all things she had once taken for granted, yet now they seemed alien, almost unsettling.
She adjusted the strap of her handbag on her shoulder, trying to shake off the unease. It’s just work, she told herself.
'you've done this a thousand times before.'
But there was no denying that something had shifted inside her. The events of the past few weeks—Foden’s betrayal, the horrifyin
