Summer’s POV
By the time the workday finally ended, I felt like I had lived through three separate days.
I was exhausted.
Not the kind of exhaustion that came from physical work.
The kind that settled behind my eyes and made every thought feel heavier than it should.
I packed my things slowly, sliding my laptop into my bag before checking my desk one final time.
There was nothing left to do.
My inbox was full of emails waiting for my attention, but none of them were urgent enough to keep me there.
I had already spent enough time pretending I could function normally.
The truth was, I wanted to go home.
Except I didn’t have a home to go to.
Not really.
That thought made me pause.
My fingers tightened around the strap of my handbag.
The house was still technically mine.
At leas
