The following week arrived with the particular quality of a Monday that knew it was the beginning of something.
Hana felt it when she woke up — not the anxious anticipation of the past weeks, not the careful management of feelings she hadn't been ready to name, but something cleaner than that. Something that had settled overnight into a quiet, solid certainty that sat in her chest like a foundation rather than a weight.
She made coffee. Stood at the window. Watched Jakarta begin itself.
The city looked, she thought, exactly the same as it always did. And yet something about the way she was looking at it had changed — the way all familiar things change when you are standing in a new place inside yourself.
She picked up her bag.
Went to work.
Monday morning at Arcadia Group.
The eleva
