Sophia
I was still at my desk at nine o'clock, which wasn't unusual these days, except that everyone else in the office had gone home hours ago and I was working by the light of a single desk lamp, surrounded by half-finished renderings of the courtyard entrance that refused to look right no matter how many times I redrew the sight lines.
I'd told myself I was staying late because the material board approvals were due Monday and I wanted the courtyard perfect before then. That was true, technically. It was also not the whole truth, because the whole truth was that going back to Mia's meant sitting with my own thoughts, and my own thoughts had been circling the same unhelpful loop for days now, landing every single time on a hospital corridor and a hand that had lingered against mine a be
