Calista
The week after Aerion returned from the festival, I found myself buried under a mountain of work. Suddenly there was so much to do.
Papers and files were stacked high on my desk, my inbox overflowing with tasks marked urgent.
My fingers hovered over the keyboard, unsure of what I was even supposed to type. My chest felt tight, my bones achy and my eyelids heavy.
I chalked it up to the lack of sleep coupled with the exhaustion of the week. Ethan had woken up twice the previous night, complaining about a bad dream, and I spent most of the early hours comforting him. That had to be it, I was just tired.
Lisa, on the other hand, was hovering concerned, “Are you okay, Arya?” Lisa asked for the third time that morning. Her tone was softer than usual, her brows furrowed.
How many ti
