AVA
Monday morning found me striding through the office doors with steel in my spine. Last week's chaos had left its mark alright, but I wasn't about to let Blake or Sara's games derail me. Not anymore.
Lily materialized in front of me like a worried ghost as Soon as I walked in.
“Are you holding up okay?” She pulled me into a hug that smelled of vanilla and anxiety.
“I'm fine,” I assured her, returning the embrace.
Sweet, perceptive Lily. She’s always reading between the lines. I returned the hug warmly, hoping she could see I was alright. Knowing Lily, she was very good at worrying about the minutest things. I’d decided not to tell her about Blake yet, and I’d refused any visits from her. I didn’t need sympathy, I needed to think. I would tell her everything in due time.
