Grayson
My morning began even before the sun rose. For the past few weeks, sleep had been a joke because every time I closed my eyes. She was there, not just the memory of her I've always had, but the version that walked through my building, composed and self-assured, the version that pretended my presence didn't rattle her.
By the time the first light stretched across the Newport skyline, I was already headed to the office. With half of the city, the engine purred as I sped through.
Sleeves rolled up, laptop open, steamy hot coffee on my desk. The quiet hum of the building filled the air. Crews finishing up, cleaners moving equipment, the low chatter of final preparations.
Bridget appeared at my door right on cue, looking smart and efficient as always. “Morning, Mr. Hale. The final c
