The laptop screen was too bright, like it was mocking my attempt to focus.
I'd dragged it to my bed, five minutes early for my call with Nina, because that's what I did—show up and pretend like everything's fine.
I was wearing Jax's oversized shirt. No bra. No shorts. Just the soft shirt brushing my bare skin every time I moved, reminding me how the ache still there, even though i'm denying it.
My eyes were puffy, lashes crusted from crying in the shower until the water ran cold. My hair was a mess. I literally looked like s**t, but... whatever.
The call rang.
I clicked accept.
Her sharp face filled the screen, lightening up like she's never had a bad day in her life. Her office was all clean lines and natural light, mood boards pinned perfectly behind her, a single fiddle-leaf fig l
