Stella:
The day had been long. Too long.
By the time I stepped out of my office, my thoughts were a mess of frustration, exhaustion, and something else I couldn’t quite place. I had done my best to stay busy, to push past the lingering ache in my chest, to remind myself over and over again that none of this—Tristan, last night, everything—should matter.
It didn’t matter.
Or at least, that’s what I kept telling myself.
The office was quieter now, most employees either buried in work and getting ready to round up or already heading home. The evening sun cast an amber glow through the windows, stretching shadows long across the polished floors. I sighed, rolling my shoulders back as I made my way toward the elevator, ready to leave this place behind for the night.
Evelyn caught up with
