Zara’s POV
“I have to go,” I said. “Not just to the job. Home first. I need to change. I can’t show up on my first day looking like I lost a fight with a plastic chair and then wandered through an emergency room. I want to make a good impression. This job is… it’s mine. The first thing in a long time that doesn’t belong to anyone else’s story.”
Daniel straightened a little on the couch, the gray t-shirt soft against his thinner frame. “You took the design job. The one you mentioned before everything got complicated.”
“Yeah. I did.” I adjusted the strap of my bag and felt the pineapple keychain shift against the bottom seam. “I’m going to try to be good at something that belongs only to me for a while. And then I’ll come by this evening to check on you and make sure you haven’t decided
