POV: Sloane Harper
The morning light hits my face before the alarm rings. I sit up, staring at the wall, trying to remember what day it is. Then I remember—first day at Evelyn’s firm. My hands tremble for a second, but I tell myself I’m fine. I whisper that everything starts again today. Daisy’s soft breathing from the next room calms me, and I feel a small wave of strength move through me.
Evelyn greets me at the office door with her usual sharp smile. Her voice cuts through the noise of people talking and phones ringing. “You’re early, good,” she says, and I nod, clutching my folder too tight. My mind races with thoughts of proving myself, of not failing again. She walks me through the desks and the glass walls, speaking fast. I listen and tell myself that I belong here.
I sit at a sm
