STELLA
The next day at work, I couldn't quite focus on the tasks piling up on my desk. I was aware of every click of a keyboard, every rustle of paper, and the quiet murmur of conversation between my colleagues. But none of it mattered. My mind kept drifting back to last week, to Tristan, to the way everything had ended in such a mess.
I leaned back in my chair and glanced at Evelyn, who was still standing by the door with that mischievous grin of hers. She was watching me closely, her eyes sparkling with something I couldn't quite place.
"What's up?" I asked, rubbing my temple. The headache from the constant buzz of the office was beginning to creep in.
Evelyn crossed her arms, still grinning. "So... Jonathan Mercer called you.
I froze. I hadn't expected her to bring that up. "He did
