KIERAN BLACKWOOD
The soft morning light invades my office, but I barely notice.
Since Scarlett left for her dance class, I've been stuck in my thoughts.
The conversation from last night keeps echoing in my mind—every word she said, every tear she shed.
It's a cruel reminder that I'm running out of time and options.
I try to focus on work.
I open my laptop to check the day's schedule, but meetings and corporate obligations feel utterly irrelevant.
The company can wait. This can't.
I grab my phone and call Sarah, my assistant.
"Cancel all my meetings for today. Push anything urgent to tomorrow."
"Mr. Blackwood? Is everything alright?", my personal assistant sounds surprised, perhaps by the firmness in my voice or the distance in it.
"It is. Just... a personal matter."
I leave no
