Four days later.
The elevator doors opened with a quiet thud. Victoria took a deep breath before stepping out. Her steps were still a little slow. Her stomach felt empty as if she had just been left behind by something she hadn't had time to hold on to. Four days since the bleeding, since her body had rejected something she hadn't even had time to love.
The air in the office felt different. A few eyes glanced up as she passed, then quickly looked down as if guilty of looking too long.
With a single glance, Victoria could tell that the rumor had spread.
Slack notifications went off in rapid succession. Messages poured into her work channel, but Victoria didn't open one. She sat at her desk in the corner of the room, hands folded in her lap, staring at the screen that hadn't been touched
