Andrew
I’m late.
Grumbling under my breath, I rush through the labyrinthine corridors, my footsteps echoing in the busy hallways.
I should have been here an hour ago. Not the best start to the day. But then again, little about the last twelve hours has felt right.
Finally, I reach the designated floor, and there she is, standing by the elevator, a soft smile on her face. Ivy. Always patient, always understanding.
"Sorry I'm late," I mutter as I walk up to her and hug her.
She offers a dismissive wave, her eyes full of understanding. "No worries, Andrew. How are you feeling?”
Like I’d foolishly ripped out a vital organ of myself and have been in agony ever since.
“Not great,” I admit.
Sympathy flashes in her eyes as she pulls me into another hug. “Everything will be okay. I’m s
