— Lily’s POV
The week had stretched like a bad dream.
Andrew was gone.
The office felt emptier than ever — quieter, colder, like even the walls missed his footsteps. For someone who claimed to hate chaos, he’d somehow managed to fill every corner of my day with it. Without him, time moved slower… and heavier.
Ryan's constant prescence in the office did more harm than good, Andrew said he'll be back soon, this is like a week already.
By Wednesday, my headaches had returned.
So had my father.
He’d shown up at my door uninvited, slouched against the frame, the familiar stench of cheap alcohol hanging around him like a curse.
“Open up, Lily. Don’t act like you don’t hear me,” he slurred.
I froze for a second before unlocking the door. The look in his eyes told me this wasn’t a reunion
