ANDREA
Weeks blur by in a haze of work, each day bleeding into the next as I throw myself into my new role with a fervor bordering on obsession. It’s the only way I know to keep my mind from wandering to thoughts of him, from dwelling on the ache in my chest that throbs like a festering wound because of him. After two grueling weeks, I finally admit defeat and decide to hire an assistant, setting up interviews for the following week.
As I close my laptop with a weary sigh, my phone chimes with a text from Aurora, reminding me of her upcoming birthday. The sight of her name on the screen sends a pang of longing through me, and I have to blink back the sudden sting of tears. As much as I adore Aurora, every interaction with her is a bittersweet reminder of the man I’m desperately trying to
