By the time I got home, I was exhausted.
Not the kind of tired sleep fixes.
The kind that sits in your chest and refuses to leave.
I dropped my bag on the small table by the door and slipped off my heels, exhaling as the silence of my apartment wrapped around me.
Finally.
No eyes.
No whispers.
No him.
I walked into the kitchen, poured myself a glass of water, and leaned against the counter.
Today had gone well.
Objectively.
The presentation was solid.
The feedback was positive.
I should have been satisfied.
Proud, even.
But all I could think about, was that moment.
That hesitation.
The way Ethan had noticed it.
Of course he had.
He noticed everything.
I shook my head slightly, pushing the thought away.
No.
I wasn’t doing this.
Not here.
Not when I finally had space
