Chapter 2
I spent the entire week haunted by the memory of his voice.
I tried to lie to myself, claiming I was analyzing his advice or dissecting his words, but the truth was much worse...it was just the raw sound of it.
The way it had settled into the quiet spaces of my apartment, making my skin feel entirely too tight.
When Demi cornered me by the kitchen counter on Thursday night to ask how the first meeting went, I just stared at the floor and told her he was fine, a professional, but she didn't buy the flat delivery for a single second.
This time, when the heavy door of the office closed behind me, he wasn't sitting at his desk.
He was standing by the high window. The late afternoon had shifted into a dark gold, pouring through the glass and catching the edge of his shoulder.
