Breaking points
The house swallowed the quietness of the late night. As Tessa made her way to Blake’s study. Every step she took was heavier than the last—heavy with exhaustion, struggles of loyalty, and furious resentment.
She just slept for about an hour. Just enough for the edges of her nightmares to blur. Blake’s call woke her up, even before she could go deeper into her sleep.
The study door was slightly open. She stopped, took a deep breath to tighten her chest. The amber glow of the desk lamp spread all over Blake’s outline as he stood behind the desk, arms crossed, lips pressed into a thin line.
“Did you bring the files I demanded earlier today?” his voice sliced the silence.
Tessa steadied herself. “I… No I’m sorry Blake”. I left them at the office.”
He took a deliberat
