KELVIN’S POV
The city looks calm from up here. Glass buildings, steady traffic, everything moving the way it’s supposed to, cars sliding through intersections, people crossing streets like nothing ever breaks, like everything always fits into place if you follow the lines.
I should feel the same. I don’t. I stand near the window, one hand in my pocket, my gaze fixed on the streets below like that’s enough to settle what’s already shifting inside me, like distance will make it smaller, easier, manageable.
It isn’t. I’ve handled worse than this. Bigger deals, bigger risks, situations that could’ve cost me millions if I got them wrong, decisions that affected entire companies, entire lives, and I didn’t hesitate, didn’t second guess, didn’t lose control.
But this shouldn’t even be a probl
