Anya’s POV
I got back to the office with the bag of food held close to my chest, like if I loosened my grip even a little, the whole thing would fall apart and ruin my already fragile day. The handles were digging into my fingers, but I didn’t dare switch hands. I just kept walking fast, weaving around people in the hallway, hoping no one bumped into me.
My heart was thumping louder with every step. Please let this be right. Please don’t let him yell today. I whispered it inside my head like a tiny prayer.
When I reached the elevator, I pressed the button and waited. And waited. The doors felt like they were taking hours to open. I bounced nervously on my toes, checking my watch again and again— even though only seconds passed. When the elevator finally came, I stepped in quickly and st
