❄ Camille ❄
Spending the entire weekend with Sebastian felt like stepping into another version of us. Not the office version. Not the fighting-in-meetings version. The version where he stayed close without turning everything into control. The version where he talked instead of shutting down. The version where the quiet didn’t feel like a threat.
By Sunday night, I had started to believe we could recover.
He didn’t promise forever. He didn’t suddenly become someone else. But he tried. He listened. He held me like he meant it. And for the first time in weeks, I woke up Monday morning without dread sitting on my chest. That made the call from Margaret feel like a slap. Another sticky note was waiting on my monitor when I arrived at my office.
Come see me as soon as you get in — Margaret
