-POV Derby
The question Noah left behind refused to leave me alone.
It followed me back to my desk like a shadow I couldn’t shake, clinging to every breath, every keystroke, every attempt I made to pretend I was still capable of doing my actual job. “What are you to him?” Six simple words that should have had an easy answer but instead left me completely hollow. I stared at the same line in the quarterly report for the tenth time, the numbers swimming together until they stopped making sense.
I was still trying to force myself to focus when the pantry door down the hall opened again. Noah reappeared, carrying two paper cups of coffee, the same easy, grounded smile on his face that always made the office feel a little less suffocating. He walked straight toward my desk without hesitation
