Maya stood alone inside the conference room, carefully arranging the files in front of each chair. That morning sunlight streamed through the glass walls, but it did nothing to calm the storm inside her chest.
For the fifth time in less than two minutes, she adjusted the stack of documents in front of the projector.
Anything to stop herself from thinking about him. About that night.
About the way Edward had looked at her afterward, like she still belonged to him.
Her fingers trembled slightly as she placed another bottle of water on the table. The sound of the door opening made her freeze. She didn't need to turn around to know it was him.
Edward.
Even after all these years, her body recognised his presence before her mind did. His footsteps were slow, controlled, and confident. Ma
