The rain returned.
It fell in soft, rhythmic waves against the windows of Sabrina’s quiet home. She hadn’t stepped outside since the funeral. Since the eulogy. Since she’d tried to bury more than just her mother that day—she’d tried to bury every feeling she still had left for Brace Donovan.
But grief had a way of circling back.
It didn’t fade. It pressed down like gravity.
Sabrina sat on the couch in a loose sweater and leggings, her laptop open but forgotten, half-typed invoices and supplier orders staring back at her in silence. She tried to work. She really did.
But her heart was somewhere else.
Even now, when her phone buzzed on the coffee table, she jumped.
It was from an unknown number.
She stared at it for a long time, her pulse thumping hard in her chest.
She shouldn’t op
