Brad
I shouldn’t care.
That’s the first thought that hits me as I walk back into my office and shut the door behind me—harder than necessary. The sound echoes, sharp and final, but it does nothing to settle the storm in my chest.
A coffee friend.
The words replay on a loop, irritating and stupid and far too effective for something so small.
She didn’t even look at me.
Not once.
That’s what gets under my skin—not the call, not the man on the other end of it. It’s the ease in her voice. The way she laughed like nothing weighed her down. Like she hadn’t been crying in my bed days ago.
Like I didn’t exist.
I drop into my chair and stare at the screen in front of me, unread emails piling up as my mind refuses to focus. Control has always been my strength. Precision. Discipline.
I don’
