**Nora's POV**
I sat in my office chair, staring out the floor-to-ceiling windows at the Los Angeles skyline, but my mind was miles away from the quarterly reports spread across my desk. Sophia's words from this morning kept echoing in my head: "Let love speak too."
The familiar hum of the office around me – phones ringing, keyboards clicking, the soft murmur of conversations – usually helped me focus. Today, it all felt distant, like background noise to the storm in my thoughts.
I picked up my coffee cup, now cold, and took a sip anyway. The bitter taste matched my mood perfectly. Every few minutes, I found myself reaching for my phone, wanting to call Collins, then stopping myself. What would I even say?
My fingers traced the edge of my wedding ring – I hadn't been able to bring mys
