Marian stood frozen in front of the towering glass building the next morning, the wind tugging gently at her coat, the city’s hum barely penetrating the chaos in her chest. Her fingers trembled around the strap of her bag, though she held herself like someone composed — someone in control. She had to. She was in enemy territory, even if no one else knew it.
Yesterday had been a blow she had not seen coming.
Seeing Daniel’s daughter — a beautiful little girl with his eyes and Elise’s smile.
Meeting the woman who held what used to be hers.
Realizing she worked inside the very company she would be tied to for the next two weeks.
Then Daniel himself — older, perhaps more tired, but still the same man who once promised her forever.
Five years.
Five long, heavy years of convincing herself
