By midday, I had already read the same document three times.
And retained almost nothing.
That alone was enough to irritate me.
I didn’t get distracted.
I didn’t lose focus.
That wasn’t who I was.
And yet… here I was.
Staring at numbers that blurred together because my mind refused to stay where it should.
“Ava.”
I looked up, already knowing.
Lila stood there, arms crossed, expression knowing.
“You’ve been on that same page for ten minutes.”
“I’m reviewing it.”
“You’re staring at it.”
“I’m thinking.”
“You’re spiraling.”
I sighed, leaning back slightly. “Can you not diagnose me right now?”
“I can if it’s accurate.”
“I’m fine.”
“You’re not fine.”
“I’m working.”
“You’re distracted.”
“That’s temporary.”
She tilted her head slightly. “Is it?”
I didn’t answer.
Because I
