Eduardo’s Point of View
The day passed in a blur, each second ticking by slower than the last. My focus was shot, and even the warm breeze coming off the ocean did nothing to relax the tight knot of frustration in my chest. It seemed that every time I turned, I saw her—them, to be exact. Aurora, laughing with Ricardo, her shoulders loose and relaxed, her smile brighter than I’d seen in days.
Every laugh, every shared glance twisted something sharp inside me. I tried to brush it off, convince myself it was nothing—just her blowing off steam. But it wasn’t that easy. I couldn’t shake the growing suspicion that maybe I was losing her.
“Focus,” I muttered under my breath, thumbing through a stack of paperwork on the project logistics. But the numbers swam, refusing to fall into place. No m
