Richard’s POV;
I stepped into the office building with a heart heavy from the weight of unresolved conflict. The lights flickered on as I walked through the glass doors, illuminating the crisp, minimalist decor that had once inspired me but now felt cold and sterile.
I hadn’t slept well the night before, my mind preoccupied with memories of Stacey storming out of my parents’ house, her eyes flashing with anger. The absurd accusation of sleeping with Vivian was so random, considering I had never been physical with her, not after those two times long ago.
Wait! Did I actually have s*x with her the night when I got drunk and woke up in her bed?
The office buzzed with the usual morning energy and I took a breath, trying to ground myself in the present rather than the emotional chaos goi
