The next morning felt… off.
Not in a dramatic, everything-is-falling-apart kind of way.
But in a quiet, unsettling way.
Like something had shifted, and I hadn’t figured out how to adjust yet.
I stood in front of my mirror a second longer than usual, smoothing down my blouse even though there was nothing wrong with it.
Composed.
Put together.
Normal.
That was the goal.
Because last night, wasn’t supposed to happen.
And yet, it did.
I grabbed my bag, pushed the thoughts aside, and left the apartment.
By the time I got to the office, the familiar atmosphere wrapped around me again.
Busy.
Structured.
Controlled.
Good.
Exactly what I needed.
“Ava.”
I turned slightly.
Lila.
Of course.
She walked up beside me, eyes scanning my face in that way that meant she was already anal
