I wanted to return to work the next day. Really, I did. After all, now that there was hospital check up to keep me at home, there was no reason to stay away from work.
But showing up so soon wouldn’t align with the lie I’d told Alex about being sick. And the last thing I needed was for him to get suspicious.
So I stayed home.
The first day, I did absolutely nothing.
I slept in, ordered takeout and binge-watched crime dramas on my laptop. At first, it was fun. But by the end of the day, I was restless.
By the second day, the laziness was driving me insane.
So I threw myself into work. I responded to emails, reviewed proposals and even drafted new marketing strategies for the project I was working on together with Alex. Anything to keep my mind—and hands—busy. I tried to ignore that an
