Elena
The morning sunlight streamed through the thin curtains, too bright for the heaviness sitting on my chest. I’d barely slept, and when I finally did, my dreams replayed the same scene: the taste of him, the way his hands held me, as if I might disappear if he didn't.
Now, every time I look at my reflection, I can't stop remembering that evening.
The grand opening ended, and I threw myself into other smaller jobs, determined to forget. However, forgetting was impossible when Hale Developments continued to appear in my email.
My phone pinged an email from Bridget.
“Meeting confirmed for 10am to discuss further details. See you soon.”
A soft knock came at the door.
“Mommy?”
Sophie peeked in, backpack sling over one shoulder, her hair pulled neatly into a ponytail I had pleaded wi
