The clock on the wall struck four o’clock, the chime sounding like a death knell in Dr Haileys office. Hailey smoothed her skirt for the tenth time, her palms damp as she stood by the door.
She heard the heavy footsteps in the corridor, the distinct cadence of Rayden’s stride paired with the lighter, more hesitant tap of heels.
She took a breath, composed her face into a mask of professional neutrality, and opened the door.
“Welcome back”, Hailey said, her voice steady despite the hammering in her chest.
Rayden entered first, looking as impeccable as he had two days prior, his expression unreadable. Behind him was Tessa. She was radiant in a cream-colored silk dress, her hair pinned back in a soft, elegant wave.
“It is so good to finally meet you in person, Tessa,” Hailey said, forc
