Two days passed in silence.
They felt strangely loud. Carrie moved through them like a ghost in her own life, functioning, speaking, producing results, yet hearing nothing but the absence of a name she refused to think about. Every hour that passed without a notification only sharpened the silence.
No calls. No texts. No flowers. No Andrew Lorenzo.
Every time her phone lit up, her stomach flinched before she checked the screen. Work email. Deliveries. Sofia asking if she preferred emerald green or gold for the cover font. Nothing from him.
Carrie told herself it was exactly what she wanted. She buried herself in deadlines and strategy meetings, and when her phone stayed quiet, she forced a sigh of relief. But late at night, when the city lights flickered beyond her windows, another emo
