Lila’s POV:
I was exhausted from the stressful client I was assigned to by Helen.
She had been unbearable at work again, giving me more tasks than I could handle and then blaming me for delays that weren’t mine to own. She even sent me to meet a client after hours, someone who barely showed up and then complained about the material choices I hadn’t made.
By the time I got home, it was well past dark. I couldn't text Shay because of how occupied I was. I wanted to see his face, and fall into his arms. That had become the only relief I knew these days.
But the house was too quiet.
Shay always met me at the door when he was home. Sometimes with a joke, sometimes a kiss. He was always excited to have me back home.
This time, he wasn't there to welcome me. That felt really off.
“Shay?” I
