Lily's pov….
Andrew parked the car in front of my apartment building, the low hum of the engine the only sound between us. The city outside glimmered faintly in the night — streetlights, distant laughter, the world moving on while I sat there, staring at the dashboard, not sure what to say.
“Thank you,” I finally murmured, breaking the silence.
He looked at me, his expression unreadable. “You should rest. You’ve had a long week.”
I nodded, but the words that came out weren’t the ones I’d planned. “Do you ever… feel like everything’s spinning out of control?”
His jaw twitched. “Every day,” he said quietly.
For a moment, it felt like we weren’t boss and assistant — just two people with too many ghosts in their heads. I wanted to ask more, wanted to know more. But he turned away first,
