Aria didn’t think about him for three whole days.
Or at least, she tried not to. She buried herself in spreadsheets and onboarding documents, memorizing file structures and internal codes until her eyes blurred.
When the office lights dimmed each evening, she forced herself to breathe, to gather her things, to go home to her babies and pretend her chest didn’t ache in the strange, hollow way it always had since that night.
The night she never forgot.
The night he apparently never remembered.
She told herself it was fine.
Better.
Cleaner this way.
By the fourth morning, she’d almost convinced herself she was okay.
Almost.
She sat at her small desk, the early sunlight slanting across the row of cubicles. A soft hum of keyboards filled the air, interrupted by the occasional click o
