-POV Derby
The rest of the day passed in a strange, suspended haze.
I tried to focus on the spreadsheets in front of me, but the numbers blurred together like they belonged to someone else’s life. Every few minutes my phone would light up with another notification — a new article, a new comment, a new message from an unknown number calling me names I no longer had the energy to read. I kept it face-down on the desk, but the constant glow still pulled at the edge of my vision like a warning I couldn’t ignore.
Jordan had left me at my desk with one last quiet touch — his fingers brushing the back of my hand before he walked away. No dramatic kiss. No public declaration. Just that small, deliberate contact that said I’m here. I’m watching. It should have made me feel safe. Instead it made
