Jack
I knew I’d crossed a line, but the fury had blinded me. When I looked at the glaring errors in those project files, something shifted in my chest, an ugly, volatile panic. It wasn’t just a contract or a corporate milestone. It was my mother’s final wish, the last tangible piece of her legacy left in my hands, and the thought of anything tarnishing it made me feel like I was suffocating.
But what cut deeper, what truly bittered the air in the room, was how quickly Allena had understood that. Her silent compliance, that look of sudden comprehension in her eyes, it was a suffocating reminder of how completely I had once opened myself up to her. I had given her my vulnerabilities, told her secrets I’d never shared with anyone else, only for her to shatter that trust and walk away as if
